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The boy sat on the edge of the deck, his new snow boots making small indents in the freshly fallen snow. He was five years old and his parents had taken him to Korea to improve his studies. He pushed a small section of snow away from him, watching as it grew into a small pile. He smiled, chubby cheeks and a small dimple appearing.

"Hey Yixing, do you wanna build a snowman?"

He glanced up to see the young girl standing before him. She wore her hair in low pig tails that stuck up at the ends due to the static and the fabric of her hat. His smile grew wider, excitement blurring his words with a heavy accent, “Yeah Sooyoung! Show me how!”

She ushered him to his feet, showing him how to roll the pile of snow until it grew taller and taller. They packed it together tightly, their small fingertips making marks against their creation. The snow continued to fall on the small children, their cheeks, nose and tips of their ears were red. In the end, the lumps of snow for the head and body were far too large for either of them to lift and put atop of each other. So, instead they had their snowman lie down as if it were sleeping.

"I think our snowman looks good," Yixing commented, wiping his nose on the back of his hand, "What do you think?"