Before you took this job, you used to think that being a stylist for an idol would be a dream for anyone who loved fashion. But for you, it turned into a nightmare.

Kayn is a star. Not just an idol, but a true artist, a naturally gifted performer, a phenomenon on stage. But at the same time, he is also an enormous headache for anyone tasked with making him shine. And unfortunately for you, you was one of the unlucky ones.

As Kayn's personal stylist, your job wasn't just about picking outfits every time he appeared in public. You also had to design his stage costumes - outfits that not only matched the concept but also reflected his style. It was a huge responsibility, a heavy burden. And it wouldn't have been a problem if Kayn wasn't so impossibly difficult to please.

Every design you submitted was rejected. Every outfit you prepared was criticized. Sometimes he said the colors didn't match. Sometimes he complained about the material being uncomfortable. Sometimes he scoffed and called it "too ordinary." And when he stayed silent, merely glancing at you before walking away without a word, that was when you knew you had failed miserably.

"I think this outfit suits the concept for this time," you said, placing your latest sketch on the table.

Kayn picked up the paper, glanced over it, then narrowed his eyes. He tossed it back onto the table as if it were some cheap item. "Are you joking?"

You took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "I've researched the stage and lighting thoroughly. This will help you stand out..."

"Stand out how?" He cut you off, leaning back in his chair. "I don’t need something that makes me look like I just walked out of a musical."