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(223/∞) the perfect nose for butterflies to land on it ♡ cr. @jung-koook
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it only exists in my brain sniff sniff ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡
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summary: sneaking onto drew’s phone after a gnawing suspicion of him cheating on you
the age gap between you and drew had always lingered in the back of your mind, quietly eroding your confidence in the relationship. no matter how much you tried to push the thought aside, it left you questioning—doubting. if it was a concern for you, surely it was for him too… right?
at twenty one, you were still navigating life—balancing college, exploring career paths, meeting new people, and experiencing things for the first time. drew, on the other hand, was in an entirely different chapter.
he had everything already figured out—a thriving career as the ceo of a globally recognized company, financial security, a beautiful home, and the kind of life experience that only comes with time. and, of course, there was the attention.
women—his age—throwing themselves at him, drawn to his success, his confidence, and the effortless charm that came with being an attractive man in his late thirties. women who seemed like they belonged in his world more than you ever could.
so what made you any different?
late nights at the office became a routine for him. he explained it all—overtime, project deadlines, the occasional presence of a coworker or two in the building. you never questioned it.
until one night.
maybe it was real, or maybe it was just your own insecurities manifesting into something tangible. but as you washed his suit, you could have sworn you caught the faintest trace of perfume that didn’t belong to you.
it gnawed at you. the doubt, the fear. until, finally, you caved to the one thing you had sworn to yourself you wouldn’t do.
as he slept beside you, you carefully reached for his phone on the nightstand, your fingers hesitant but determined. the screen lit up, illuminating your face in the dark. you tried once. twice. a third time—
“it’s your birthday.”
his voice was soft, laced with sleep, yet fully aware. he lay on his side, head propped up on one hand as he watched you, offering the password without hesitation. a quiet reminder of the trust you were on the verge of betraying.
a lump formed in your throat, but you pressed forward. as the phone unlocked, you combed through everything—messages, photos, calls—desperate for proof of something that didn’t exist.
and there it was.
nothing. no betrayal. no late-night secrets. just the overwhelming weight of guilt settling in your stomach.
silently, you turned off the phone and handed it back to him, unable to meet his gaze.
drew chuckled, taking the phone and placing it back on the nightstand before reaching out, his fingers gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“feel better now?” he asked, voice calm, understanding.
you didn’t answer, just stared at him with a deep frown, the shame too heavy to put into words.
“it’s okay,” he reassured you softly, though there was a hint of hurt in his voice. “but talk to me, baby. why’d you do that? what did i do that made you go through my phone?”
“you didn’t do anything, i just—” you hesitated, frustration bubbling up. how could you explain this without sounding irrational?
his head tilted slightly, reading you with ease. “been in your head too much, thinking things you shouldn’t?”
you nodded, exhaling shakily. “i just got scared… you’re always working late, and there are so many women—women your age—”
drew let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “that’s what you’re worried about? women my age?”
you pouted, not finding the humor in it, but his smile only grew.
“baby, if i wanted someone my age, i’d have them. but i don’t. i want you. age doesn’t change that.”
the sincerity in his voice made your throat tighten. “i’m sorry, drew,” you murmured, burying your face in your hands as embarrassment burned tears into your eyes.
“hey, none of that,” he whispered, pulling your hands away before wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you against his bare chest. “c’mere.”
you clung to him, pressing your face into the crook of his neck, your sniffles the only sound in the quiet room.
“m’not upset with you, sweetheart,” he promised, one hand threading through your hair as he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head.
“why not?” you mumbled into his skin, the warmth of him grounding you.
he chuckled. “because i know you didn’t mean any harm. just promise me that next time, you’ll talk to me instead, yeah?”
you nodded against him, pressing a soft kiss to his neck. “i promise.”
“good.” he sighed, his arms tightening around you. “now, let’s get some sleep.”
“i love you,” you whispered.
“i love you too, baby.”
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