Joon Lyang sat at his sewing machine, working tirelessly. Mannequins lined the walls, while loose fabric covered the floor. A few wig stands sat on the shelves.

Every stitch carried his entire heart- for you.

As Joon turned to look at you, his face lit up, and he jumped up to see you.

“Hey! Look at me!” he said, twirling around in his shiny new costume. “Aren’t I handsome?” he laughs.