Thank you for the poster!

You pull up a seat next to Yongguk after the salon lady grants you permission. You watch as Yongguk gets his hair bleached again and observe the lady as she professionally applies the dye on his hair, pulling at certain strands and creating sections on his head. She uses a sink to wash his hair, wash, wash, and rewash it again. It's a slow process, since she's doing it by segments, but you can see the purple start to show. It's a rich, deep purple that looks almost black from a distance, but it fits Yongguk and his personality perfectly. He grins at you, that wonderful grin that is just too inhumanly beautiful, and you have a grand time waiting for his hair to finish. When the lady finally completes her work after what feels (and probably is) a couple hours, she clasps her hands together satisfactorily. 

"You like that?" She asks, gesturing to Yongguk's reflection in the mirror. He fingers his hair, excitement flecked in his eyes. It looks especially luminous underneath the white lights of the shop, but he seems to appreciate it.

"How much is this?" He asks, pointing to his hair. Typical of Yongguk to go through with something without checking the consequences.

She tells him the price, and you in a breath at the large expense. Yongguk, however, doesn't falter from the cost, and he simply takes out his wallet and grabs a wad of bills. Without looking at how much he's taken out, he gives her the entire quantity, and she starts counting it.

Yongguk gets up to leave, and you stand to follow him, but then the lady calls, "Wait, sir, you gave me about ... thirty dollars too much." 

You don't think you can ever forget this moment. Not the way Yongguk looked, standing there as if at any second, he might slip through time and disappear completely. With the saddest and yet most blissful smile you've ever seen him wear, he his head, his new purple hair shading his eyes, and says, "Keep it. I won't need it." 

The lady feels the change in atmosphere, as well, because she doesn't fight him. She just nods her head and gratefully says thank you, a word she half-whispers. You give her a thankful smile, although what for, you don't know. It just felt like the right thing to do.

Outside again, you welcome the cool breeze that caresses your face. Yongguk throws his hood over his head, but not before he earns a few skeptical glances from strangers hanging near the salon. He just waves at them, and they snort at his queerness. "I should've asked them to dye your hair too."

"No, thank you," you say, walking beside him as he takes his time strolling through the city. "I like my hair."

"Well, I do, too," he says. "I'm just saying. Isn't this fun?" He asks you, and you're not sure whether he's asking about the method of dying hair, or simply walking through the city without any specific purpose.

But, yes, it is fun. It's more fun than you've had in a while. Before, fun would have meant something different to you. Planned. Organized. Straight forward. But his extemporaneous actions have changed your opinions, and you don't mind. Not a bit. Not at all.

"So do you normally hand out big stacks of money like that?" You ask him. You have to ask. That really was a lot of money.

"No. Yes. Well. It depends. I can be frugal. Remember? One dollar bills in the books?" He squints at the distance, trying to figure out where to go. "That wa