Your skin was so soft, it resembled one of a doll and I did not want to let go of you in the morning when I stroke over your waist and your head rested on my chest.
I never questioned you too much, but I should have then and you felt my concern.
,,I'm sixteen Jin."
I almost choked and all you did was giggling at me, for my reaction.
You knew my age all the time, why were you so dangerously and pushed me deeper.
Did you caught me when I fell or where you stepping me in the back, I couldn't tell. Pain and joy mixing together and the weird combination was now all stuck in my throat, this is not something my mother would accept.
or yours.
or your aunt.
or even society.
Funny how a simple age gap can change so much, especially when it comes to love, but you just kissed my forehead and stroke over my bottom lip with you thumb.
,,Age gaps are just made up by society."
