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You knew it was hopeless. You were a prisoner of your small world and he was human. Knowing that didn’t stop your feelings. You were hopelessly in love with the man who owned your little world. 

Is something bothering you? you asked when he placed his head on the desk and sighned. You placed your hand on the glass that separated you.

 "Wow. I never noticed there was a figure inside," he exclaimed and picked up your little world and shook it. It began snowing.

"That’s awesome! After a year I discovered something new," he smiled. 

"Hi, I’m Myungjun. What is your name?" He stared at you so intensely, that under that glass something started to beat. 

"Hmm, not a talker, I see. Well, you are lucky I never shut up. I think I’ll call you Gyeoul, since you live inside a snow world," he said, "It's nice to meet you Gyeoul. How’s the weather?" he chuckled at his own joke.

You were glad to see his mood lightened. He shook your world one more time and watched the little snowflakes settle, then placed it on the desk again and left. 

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"Hello Gyeoul. You look different." He was looking at you again. He picked up your world and proceeded to turn it and examine.

 "You were definitely in another place! More closer to the glass!" he said and if you could breathe you would’ve stopped. He called the man who brought you to him.

 "Hey Moonbin! When you bought the snowball, was the figure on the horse or was she standing near the glass?"

"There was a figure?" Moonbin asked.

 "Weird," mumbled Myungjun under his breath.

 I should be more careful, you decided. The next few days turned into a game of cat and mouse. 

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"Ha! I knew you could move!" Myungjun exclaimed loudly and you stopped. You were caught. He was standing before you and looking at you with wide eyes. So you waved shyly. 

Myungjun yelled, "I'm going crazy!"

You shook your head, disagreeing with what he just said. No, you’re not, you thought. 

“I wasn’t meant to find this, was I?” 

Yes, you shouldn't know. It will not do you any good. 

"So what is your name, Gyeoul?" he asked and you gestured that you didn’t know. 

"What happens if I break the glass, hmm?" he said with a determined expression. 

You shook your head violently. 

Don't, please, it's my home. 

"Okay, in the end it was a gift," he calmed you down. "So what will we do?" 

Honestly? You didn't know. He wasn't meant to find you. You weren't meant to fall in love and grow a heart, which ached right now. You were made of glass, he was flesh and blood. 

"You could be my secret friend," he chuckled. You nodded in agreement and from that moment your friendship blossomed. He would talk to you about his music, friends and you listened, sometimes nodding or shaking your head in response. Everyday he sat down and talked to you and you were falling deeper in love everyday. 

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One day, there was ruckus in the apartment. Some screaming, some laughter. So you peeked, and saw Myungjun and his friend were playing some game. One threw a shoe at the other, he smack it and the shoe pushed your world to the ground. You heard a crack of glass and, Myungjun scream. He carefully picked you up. A tiny thing made from glass, so fragile and cold. 

"Gyeoul!" Myungjun cried. You looked at his face without the glass barrier between you for the first time. 

"Is the figure okay?" someone asked . 

"No, they are cracked," he said breathlessly. There was a crack in your heart and you knew you wouldn't survive long without your world. So you smiled at him and took your first and last breath. 

"I'm sorry. I will buy you a new one," said Moonbin.

 "No! I don't want any other snowballs ever again," Myungjun replied coldly.

 He picked up pieces of the broken snowball, placed them in a trash can and left the room. 

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"MJ hyung? Are you here?" shouted Moonbin. After the snowball incident, MJ was sad and not his usual self. So they decided to act. 

"What do you want?" said Myungjun. 

"Here, a little present." Moonbin gave him the box. MJ unpacked the box and picked up a snowball. 

"I said no snowballs," he shoved it back inside the box.

 "Look carefully!" Moonbin pointed out. MJ sighed and picked it up again, taking another look at it.

"That is..," he gasped.