Note: Another new symbol: 🌎 

Stories with this symbol will be alternate universe stories, where the Cravity members aren't part of an idol group but rather... mafias, angels, princes, etc. 

I really like fairytale retellings and so I'm doing a Snow White one for Hyeongjun. Hope you enjoy💖

Character: 

Snow 

Age: 17

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Hyeongjun stormed through the woods, kicking his heels into his horse's side, begging him to go faster. Faster. Please. 

She was in danger. Especially being with him, she was in danger. 

He'd have to end things now, before she was killed. Before it was too late. Before her stepmother's patience wore thin. 

Her stepmother, enraged to have a stepdaughter more beautiful than she. 

Snow and Hyeongjun had grown up together. They'd played together since they were in diapers, though they never were supposed to. He was a prince and she was... 

She was part of a wealthy family, and yet she was their maid. 

Since Snow's stepmother couldn't stand the sight of her, she'd given her to the palace maids to take care of, to raise, and to teach Snow how to work there. When Snow was old enough, she became a maid as well. 

Her father was so busy that he was hardly around, he was always on business trips. Once, he did visit the palace, bringing the most beautiful silverware that he'd bought on one of his journey's. 

Hyeongjun remembered that day vividly. It had been just a couple of years ago, they'd been fifteen, if he was remembering correctly. 

It was a time when both of them were starting to realize that their feelings for each other ran much deeper than just friendship, but neither would admit it yet. They were kind of awkward around each other, but still managed to get into mischief together, annoying the palace guards and often getting Hyeongjun in trouble with his parents. 

After all, princes didn't interact with the staff. They didn't chat and laugh with the maids. They shouldn't pay any attention to them at all. 

But Hyeongjun knew all of them. He was friends with all of his staff members, old and young. They would secretly play cards, or tell stories, or just have fun together. 

He was closest to Snow... 

But anyway, that particular day, her father had come into his room, intending to leave a present on Hyeongjun's bed for him. Her father had always been close to the royal family.

Imagine how surprised he had been to find out that his daughter was Hyeongjun's maid. He was livid. 

Hyeongjun had walked in just as her father was yelling at Snow, demanding to know what she was doing. He was so angry the veins in his face were popping out and he was turning red. He was scary. 

But Snow hadn't seemed scared at all. She flashed one of her sweet smiles at the both of them, one of those smiles that had made the whole Kingdom fall in love with her, a smile that had earned her the status as the fairest one of all, and she'd told her father that she merely wanted some work experience. She talked to him calmly and his anger went poof, evaporated. 

"Yes," he said. "Yes, that makes sense." And then he'd left, off on business once again. 

When her father left, Snow immediately burst out laughing, teasing Hyeongjun for his scared expression. 

He remembered that day vividly because of one certain little aspect. 

She'd been laughing at him, so hard that she had to sit down, and he'd come to sit beside her on the bed. 

And he'd whispered, "I like you,"  in her ear. 

Immediately, her laughter had stopped, and for a second he was certain he'd made a mistake. He was certain she didn't like him back.  

But then the brightest smile lit up her face and she'd hugged him so tightly he thought he'd break. 

That was the day they'd started dating. 

A smile played on his lips, remembering that day. 

But today would be the day they were breaking up. 

Last week he'd overheard of her stepmother's plan to kill her. He'd planned a way for her to escape, and he'd brought her to a tiny cottage in the woods, where seven dwarfs lived. They'd promised to take care of her as best they could. 

But it wouldn't be enough. Hyeongjun knew it wouldn't be enough. Her stepmother would find her and kill her. 

Wait. 

Why should they break up?

Why should they be the ones to suffer? 

They had to get out of the Kingdom. 

He was tired of playing politics. Tired of being told who he could associate with. Tired of being told his opinions instead of being allowed to make them for himself. 

He was taking her, and he was leaving. They were leaving this Kingdom and going to make a life for themselves, somewhere else. 

He was going to take her away and save her before it was too late. 

Hyeongjun approached the cottage, and his heart stopped. 

The dwarfs were crying, carrying out what looked like a glass coffin. 

He slid off his horse, falling to the floor. He desperately scrambled up and ran. He ran to the coffin and pressed his fingers against the glass. 

"Snow?" he whispered, his voice breaking. "What happened?" 

"Her stepmother," Doc whispered. "She must have found her. We went to work and found Snow sprawled on the floor." 

"Is she..." Hyeongjun said, starting to cry in earnest. "Is she dead?" 

"She's not breathing," Doc said quietly. "There's no heartbeat, no pulse." 

"Snow," Hyeongjun whimpered, lifting up the glass. He sat on the edge of the coffin, touching his hand to her face. She was cold. Too cold. And so, so pale. She was gone. 

"Please come back," he cried, lacing their fingers. "Please. I love you," he whispered, kissing her hand. He closed his eyes, resting his face on her hand, and just cried. 

He cried until he heard gasps, making him look up. He let go of her hand.  

Doc stepped forward, placing a finger under Snow's nose. He looked confused. He looked scared. But he also looked hopeful. 

"She's... she's breathing," Doc whispered. 

Hyeongjun studied her. Color had begun to come to her cheeks. Doc was right; she was breathing. Her skin wasn't deathly cold anymore. 

And after a moment, her eyes blinked open, and she sat up, looking at each of them in turn. 

No one said anything. The shock was almost tangible in the air around them. 

Her eyes rested on him, and a smile came to her lips. 

There it was. The smile that had captured his heart all those years ago. 

"You were almost too late," Snow whispered, taking his hand again. "I love you too."