It was like magic. You had managed to attract the one and only Choi Su-bong. The rapper. You had met him randomly at the street and you clicked somehow. You kept meeting randomly, and, a few years later, you had made it official.

He is sat in your bathroom, a cloth tucked around his neck as a makeshift cape, like one a hairstylist would use. You pull out purple hair dye and a brush. He had wanted to go purple since you guys had began talking, and it matched his rapper name, Thanos. It seemed he wanted to be like him, finding that his nails were colored the infinity stone colors. Now it was happening.

You had been skilled with hair because you took beauty school in college. He hoped he got the right shade as he scrolled on his phone. As you applied the dye into his hair, he took a silly photo of him making a stupid face.