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Chapter Four

"Why the hell didn't you tell me you were 16?!" Jay ran his fingers through his hair in frustration as he paced around the room in his boxers. "Do you not understand, Jiyoon?! O'm fucking 30, I thought you would be at least 20 or something but 16?!"

I sucked in my breath, retreating in his bed until my back hit his bed post. I covered myself with a thin white blanket he had, looking down at the bed shamefully. I furrowed my eyebrows as my chin quivered making me look like I'm frowning, one of the many signs I'm about to cry.

I felt so guilty, I should've told him but I didn't. I was being selfish, I only wanted to have a chance with my biggest idol. It was all my fault, I had to put up with it. Now I couldn't believe in my drunken state I lost my virginity to an older man.

Jay glared over at me, huffing and puffing as he held my drivers license. He was obviously pissed, it was unreal. A thirty year old fucking a sixteen year old, I'm pretty sure it's illegal. He was obviously mad and scared, if he were to get caught he'd definitely be sent to jail.

He ran his fingers through his hair as he looked up to my sad figure. His eyes turned soft, he quickly crawled onto the bed. He held my chin and looked up at me, I quickly turned my head to the side. I can't look at him like this, I'm so ashamed.

"Look" Jay muttered, his forehead creased. "I- I didn't mean it like that. I might get in trouble if anyone finds out"

"No one has to know," I muttered, turning to him. He tilted his head and arched his eyebrow.

Before I could stop myself I was on top of him, kissing him gently.  Instead of pushing me away he smiled and kissed me back. He pulled away and cupped my face, looking deeply into my eyes.

"No one can know," He muttered.

I nodded as I smiled.

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"The windows are tinted, they won't see me," Jay reassured me, his hand on my thigh.

Honestly I'm kind of surprised he didn't push me away after finding out I was 16. I didn't know how to feel. I liked him, I slept with him, he found out I was 16. I expected him to be mad and never see me again. But why did he stay?

I know it's messed up, if I were dating a thirty year old. I turned my head towards jay

"What are we?" I muttered.

He looked at me with a smile.

"Whatever you want me to be, a boyfriend, a lover, a husband?"

I choked. "I- uh, what do you want me to be?"

He glanced at me. "Mine"