SOBANIIRUYO [✓]

epilogue

sobaniiruyo, epilogue.

❛  forever and always ❜

Y/N had an incurable disease.

It was called I can't stop laughing at my boyfriend's lame jokes, and she was now five years into it. It had tarnished her aura beyond repair, because she would bust up a lung at something Al-haitham said, but everyone else in the vicinity──even Cyno──would be aghast at the sight. Their amusement was ironic, and hers was genuine. Embarrassingly genuine. One would call her smitten, even.

Love truly is blind, Dehya once said, when she saw the most beautiful woman on earth giggling over a pathetic, flavourless statement made by an average male at best.

Those two characters were Y/N and Al-haitham. He would always be a solid 6 out of 10 on Dehya's scale (she hated him), and all the women were naturally a 10──why wouldn't they be? To quote Y/N herself, girls were stars who even shone during the daytime.

How did she fall victim to such a boring man? She wondered that too for a certain period.

There were several things about Al-haitham that needed to be advertised to the world. Things that could potentially ruin the stoic personality he had crafted if they were to be publicised. Things that made him unintentionally hilarious. He was almost deemed funnier than Cyno in the last council meeting — that being their regular get-together with college friends.

For starters, he bought a frying pan with the word 'contemplation' engraved on its surface. Whenever he cooked something, it would get imprinted on the food, and he would go up to Y/N with a straight face and ask, 'Would you like some... Contemplation for lunch?'

It was a completely serious purchase. A decision he'd made when he was fully conscious with zero coercion involved.

He also had Neko Atsume installed on his phone. If that wasn't enough to kill Y/N, she later found out that he dedicated 4 hours of his daily screentime to it without fail, just watching various pixelated cats with sheer focus. His favourite was Peaches, he'd said, because she had a heart-shaped mark on her fur.

To add fuel to her desires, that grown man despised swallowing pills. He was fine with crushing them and mixing them with a spoonful of water, secretly adding some sugar to the concoction when no one was watching, but God forbid he'd have to take them like an adult.

Such a loser.

And that just multiplied his sex appeal by a million.

"Where did you keep the treats?" Y/N shook the invasive musings away, "I can't find them in the yellow bag!"

The couple was out on a vacation with their kids. Yes, kids. Plural.