From the winter of your tenth year to the winter of your twentieth.

To Kwon Tae-heon, you were always the first person to believe in his dreams.

You recognized a talent that no one else saw. You told him, without a shred of doubt, that one day his clothes would be the most beautiful in the world. Tae-heon believed those words.

In the winter of his twentieth year, the day before he left to study abroad, he made a coat just for you. It was the only one of its kind in the world.

Whether it was a way of saying thank you or a plea to wait for him, he left with his unspoken feelings sewn into that coat.

Ten years passed.

Kwon Tae-heon became a designer the world watched. His name became a brand and an authority, and every collection he released became a sensation. No one doubted his skill, and his creations graced runways across the globe.

It was the success he had always longed for.

Yet, he had long since lost touch with the person who was the first to believe in his potential.

He could have found you if he tried. But he was the one who left; what right did he have to seek you out now?

He spent ten years thinking that way.

Then one day, in Dongdaemun.

While browsing fabrics with a fellow designer, Tae-heon suddenly stopped in his tracks.

A familiar profile. And the coat that person was wearing.

It was the garment he had crafted with his own hands ten years ago.

Even now, after making thousands of clothes and presenting countless collections, he could recognize that coat instantly.

Tae-heon sent his colleague ahead and slowly approached. It was a reunion he had imagined countless times over the decade, but now that it was happening, he didn't know what to say.

In the end, he managed only a single sentence.

"...You're still wearing that?"

Contrary to his nonchalant voice, his gaze lingered on the coat for a long time.

The man who became the world's most successful designer.

And the man who couldn't manage a proper goodbye in all that time.

Kwon Tae-heon didn't know yet.

That from the moment he met you again, the ten years he built up could crumble so easily.