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maia’s note: im back !!! ok but first of all, i am not a tomodachi life larper, i’ve loved it since it was released on the ds and the photos of martin’s mii is from my actual game. anyways, i really love how this work ended up turning out not only bc of the concept of it but bc i’m genuinely just happy i finally finished a work. yes, this smau is not my finest… and there could’ve been more development… but nonetheless i like it and i hope you all enjoy reading it too ! reblogs and feedback are always appreciated !! 🩶

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maia’s note: yay part 2 we cheered !! watch me go inactive after this again . no haha i’m joking haha… okay schools been kicking my ass so unfortunately i need to be doing my work instead of working on fanfics i’m sorry guys. but ! if i have a crazy inspiration spurt i will try my best to put out a work ! enjoy reading! reblogs and feedback are always appreciated 🤍

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maia’s note: herro i made this instead of doing homework. anyways enjoy reading!! this plot might not be the most interesting or exciting as my other works but i think it is quite cute and was fun to work with! i really strive to make all my works gn!reader too so i planned that out for this one and then i finished it and saw all the she/her’s i typed out and was like wait what. okay well im just yapping now. reblogs, feedback, and likes are always appreciated! 🤍

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maia’s note: part 2 !! thank u all for so much love on pt 1 i genuinely cant believe it. i lowk wanted to make this a slower burn and a whole series but i unfortunately don’t think i have time for it rn (finals..) 💔💔 but look out for more cortis works i’m loving writing for them and i love the boys so !! 💚

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maia’s note: yo guess who’s back 😂😂 and guess whos getting into a new group when she always says she wont 😂😂 anyways.. i hope you all enjoyed this and it isnt as crappy as i think it is cause im so very rusty rn pls bear with me. part 2 will be out soon !! 💚

you aren’t scared for how he will react, just nervous! it’s natural to be nervous in a time like this, is what you manage to convince yourself.

you inhale a deep breath before slowly moving towards the door knob.

but in a snap of a second, you watch the door open.

you freeze in place, scanning the figure that is now right in front of you. a figure that you could recognize in a crowd of thousands of people, a figure that your heart beats rapidly for—in this moment especially.

your boyfriend, lee riwoo, wears soft, light pink pajama pants with white stripes going down them and a baggy, plain white shirt with a image of his dog, daebak, on it (he got it custom made). his short and orangish brown hair sticks up messily and one of his hands holds a trash bag with several recyclable plastics inside. his eyes widen and his mouth opens wide in an ‘o’ shape.

“yn..” he starts slowly.

you mirror him, eyes widening. “riwoo! i.. i can expla—“

he cuts you off, “you look adorable.”

he drops the bag dramatically to the ground as he steps closer to you and cups your face with his hands, your hair slipping into his hold as well.

your cheeks squish together in his hands. “riwoo, what are yo—“ you say, muffled.

he states the obvious, “your hair. it’s short.” he turns your head, tilting it from left to right.

your heart starts to pound against your chest faster.

“yes..” you mutter.

a loving, happy smile grows on his face which eventually turns into a wide grin.

he exclaims, “it’s so cute! why didn’t you tell me earlier you were getting it this short?” he continues blabbering, “actually no. i’m glad it was a surprise. it looks so pretty, you look so pretty.”

your face heats up immediately. for some odd reason, this whole time you’ve been expecting the worse. that he would hate it, find it ugly maybe. you realize that you never once should have doubted your boyfriend. hearing this, seeing him respond heavily positive, is a huge relief and makes your heart grow even fonder for him (if that’s possible).

“thank you, baby,” you smile. you try to remove his hands from your face but ultimately fail. “riwoo, let’s go inside.”

his pink lips form into a pout. “no, let’s stay like this for a little.”

“riwoo—“

he interrupts you with a quick peck on the lips. the touch of his soft, balmy lips withdraw a little too fast, leaving you wanting more.

but lucky for you, you don’t have to ask.

riwoo leans in to place more sweet, fluttering kisses to your face. he tries to not miss a single spot; your forehead, temples, and the last one on the tip of your nose. all while doing so, his hands move to run his fingers through your hair. he twirls some locks, loving the feel of your hair—the feel of you.

he pulls away in a lovestruck daze, leaving you the same.

“now can we go inside?” you tease.

he giggles, “only if that means i get to make little braids in your hair.”

you roll your eyes in annoyance, but truly, you love it.

“sure baby.”

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still, woonhak finds himself in romantic relationships that lack in seriousness left and right. he can’t quite pin a certain period of time where he didn’t have romantic involvement in his life. it could just be that he doesn’t know how to live his life without it, but woonhak can’t exactly admit that yet and keeps on chasing.

and with each breakup, each ghosting, each whatever the situation is—he finds himself digging the hole deeper down.

he wonders often if he’s ever going to see the light from the surface that has been hidden his whole life.

“woonhak!”

he turns to his right to find his friend, jihoon, calling him.

the ends of jihoon’s eyes are crinkled in frustration and his face conveys a clearly upset expression.

“do you know how long i’ve been calling your name?” the boy sighs. “you were sitting here, blanking out and staring off like you’re insane. in fact, you are insane.”

woonhak blinks. his eyebrows furrow in realization of jihoon’s words.

“i’m not insane. you’re insane!” he grumbles.

jihoon scoffs, leaning down and resting his arms on woonhak’s desk. “yeah, yeah, sure. the teacher told us to put our desks back into regular formation. that’s why i was calling you, you weirdo.”

woonhak rests his head on his arms. “why does that matter to me? i don’t have a seat partner.”

“well, it matters to you now. we have a new kid coming.” jihoon pushes himself off the desk and stands again, putting his hands in his pockets.

woonhak jumps in his seat and sits up straight. “wait—what? there’s a new kid?”

jihoon nods, “yep!”

a curiosity arises inside woonhak as he wonders who this person is—especially if they’re gonna be his desk partner.

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woonhak is, as he would say it, currently as ‘single as a pringle.’

sure, there are a few people asking for a form of attention from him, but he isn’t in anything serious and definitely doesn’t have a commitment currently.

with his last breakup, the girl ghosted him out of nowhere.

then, during the following days, they saw each other at school and she would quickly walk away, pretending as if her and woonhak had no relation between them and never once did.

only a few days later was when a friend of woonhaks spotted her with a new guy and woonhak was left with another piece of his heart broken off.

when woonhak meets you, he simply stares.

he watches as you walk into the room, approach the seat next to him, and sits down right there with a small few inches between you two.

he seems to have no shame in doing so since this gaze lasts for basically what is the whole entire day.

the next day starts the same way. woonhak ogles you throughout the morning as if studying your every action.

though, it gets put on pause midday.

your teacher is in the middle of a lecture and about everyone in class is dozing off; daydreaming about a good meal and chatting with some friends. lunch was soon.

woonhak was part of that majority until he notices your hand sliding over to his desk and gesturing him to read something on your notebook.

‘do you have an obsession?’

woonhak’s eyes widen.

he picks up his pencil, scrambling to quickly scribble down on the paper.

‘what do u mean?’

you slide the notebook closer to you, writing a response.

‘what is so interesting about me, woonhak?’

woonhak doesn’t necessarily think he is an easy man, but perhaps this was being proven wrong as his heart skips a beat.

you know his name. this isn’t a big thing at all, so why is his heart thinking otherwise?

he writes down a reply without thinking and you watch him attentively.

‘ure pretty’

he stares at his writing for a moment before realizing what he just wrote down.

he gasps, and a loud, disruptive sound releases from out of his mouth.

your teacher turns towards your desk with a stern look plastered on his face.

“do you have something to share with us all, kim woonhak?”

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the notebook gets confiscated.

and now, you and woonhak are sitting in your school’s office. your teacher is sitting in front of you with a stone-cold expression.

he starts, “yn, it has only been one day since you have been here and you have already caused trouble.”

you look at woonhak, who’s staring directly at you. you wish that the stupid, brainless expression on his face would falter even once. to you dismay, it does not, though.

you turn back to your teacher. “i’d like to correct you, mr. lee, in the nicest way possible.”

you frown, continuing to speak, “i didn’t cause any trouble. it was him.” you make a waving gesture to woonhak, thinking the look on his face will now form into something more shocked.

it doesn’t.

he stays looking straight at you. a warm, increasingly hot feeling boils in you.

mr. lee, who now stares at the two of you with a confused manner, looks to woonhak. he scans him before saying, “woonhak, is this true?”

“yes, sir. yn is right.” he continues to stare at you and his words come out with almost no hesitation. the corners of his lips turn upward into a cheeky smile. “it was all my fault. i mean—you heard me. i was the one who disrupted the class.”

the middle-aged man nods slowly. “alright.” he writes on a small piece of paper, pressing the pen against it a little too roughly.

mr. lee hands the slip to woonhak. “i hope this is not a common occurrence from here on out. if so, i’ll have to separate you two as desk mates.”

woonhak grabs the slip and gives the teacher a small smirk.

“it won’t sir.”

while leaving the office, woonhak’s steps tread lightly as if he didn’t just get assigned detention. you decide to stop him.

“hey, woonhak.”

he turns. “what’s up?”

you bite the inside of your cheek; a habit of yours.

“sorry. you didn’t have to go along with what i was saying, you know.”

he shrugs. “it’s fine. one detention won’t kill.”

he takes a step closer to you.

“if you do want to make it up to me though..” he offers you the detention slip.

you furrow your eyebrows. scoffing, you reply, “i’m not going to detention for you.”

he shakes his head, taking your hand and putting the paper in it. the touch of his soft hands makes you put more pressure into your cheek. “you won’t have to.”

and with that, he begins walking down the hallway.

you frown and turn your attention to the slip, staring at it with confusion.

“look at the back!” woonhak yells to you and his voice bounces off the walls of the empty hall.

you flip the paper over, finding his sloppy writing there.

it reads: “come help me escape detention? you’ll be helping me and i promise i’ll treat you afterwards.”

then, at the bottom of the slip: “deal ??” is written with a messy drawing.

you squint at it, trying to figure out what it possibly is.

a penguin? no. mochi..? no. a blob? maybe.

woonhak shouts to you once again, now at the very end of the hallway.

“it’s a snowman!” you can’t quite hear what he follows up with since it’s more of a grumble but it sounds something like, “is my drawing really that bad..?”

he chuckles, “see you then! don’t let me down!”

he waves in a big flashy motion, flapping his arms as if he’s a baby bird trying to fly.

he leaves, and you stand there in the hall alone, trying to process everything that had just happened.

still, the only image that lingers in your mind is woonhak’s face. that absolutely stupid, unbearable expression of his.

you continue to nibble at the inside of your cheek harder.

but if it’s so unbearable, why can’t you stop thinking about it?

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here woonhak was—in the gloomy detention room, waiting for you to enter the room and come to his rescue.

he looks up at the clock. 4:30, it reads.

he focuses on the sound of the clock hand ticking, counting each tick. perhaps this is what boredom does to someone, he thinks.

when the count reaches 129, he hears the door open.

his head immediately turns to look, and a smile grows on his face in no time.

you walk into the almost silent room and your gaze wanders to woonhak. you roll your eyes, already able to tell what he’s thinking behind that lopsided smile of his.

you walk to mrs. park, the detention supervisor, who sits at a desk at the very front of the room.

“hello!” you say, generating as much enthusiasm as you possibly can.

she looks at you with a confused smile. “hello. what could i help you with?”

you bite a little at your inner cheek. “i, uh, had some questions about the elective you teach.”

her face brightens automatically. “of course! ask away.”

you smile awkwardly. “i actually wanted to know where it is held. is it possible for you to show me?”

she hums, looking around the room. woonhak quickly diverts his attention from your way as he was focused into the conversation.

“i’m afraid i cannot. i can tell you the room number, though?” she responds.

you crinkle your nose, trying to think of some kind of excuse to get her up and out of the classroom.

you exhale a long sigh. “i’m actually new here.. i don’t know my way around campus well.”

her face softens and she thinks for a moment, taking a look at her watch.

“alright, come with me,” she concludes.

you internally celebrate but quickly catch yourself. wait—why are you so happy?

you follow her out the room and around the school as she leads you to an art class with an interior of scattered easels and cabinets full of paint and other creative supplies.

you nod the whole time, not quite faking you interest as it does seem even the slightest fascinating to you.

when she is finished, you thank her for her time and walk to the entrance of the building.

there, you find the boy you saved.

he smiles warmly at you. “thank you, yn.”

you scoff, continuing to walk without stopping. “you’re welcome, snowman. you gonna treat me out now?”

he rushes to match your pace. he grins, “why, of course. i’m a snowman of his words.”

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he takes you to a small, hole in the wall dumpling place.

it sports an old-school style with a cozy, somewhat lived in feeling. messages of customers from the past and present are written on the walls in messy marker smudges and faded letters written in pencil. you can tell they have immense meaning, even if you can’t exactly read it.

you and woonhak sit against the wall at a dark wooden table.

“this place is…” you take time to think about the right word.

“unbelievably beautiful?” woonhak chuckles, finishing your sentence.

“yeah. it feels like there’s so many words to describe it yet none of them can quite hold all of it.”

woonhak nods, and his piercing gaze on you is back. you aren’t oblivious—woonhak has been staring at you the whole way from your school to the restaurant and even now as you both sit there.

an older lady approaches your table. she smiles sweetly at you and woonhak.

“what could i get you two?”

woonhak gestures you to order first.

“i’ll get the juicy pork dumplings, please.”

an unfamiliar emotion flickers over woonhak’s face for a moment before it quickly leaves. you think you might just be imagining it so you brush it off without another thought.

the woman giggles a bit before responding, “alright, and what about you, young man?”

woonhak answers, “i’ll get the same thing, thank you.”

the older lady nods and leaves with a suspicious smile.

“so…”you start. “how did you find this place?”

he leans on the back of his chair. “an old friend of mine! i heard the dumplings are delicious and, well, how could i resist?”

you nod, “true, true. i’d never pass up a good dumpling.”

“i mean it, by the way,” he says, switching to a more serious tone.

you tilt your head slightly. “what?”

he continues, “for getting me out of detention. thank you.”

you shrug. “well… it was kind of my fault anyway. plus, you followed up with food afterwards.”

“right.. right…” he teases.

he looks at you gently, and you feel like his stare become less and less unbearable as time passes. or maybe it never was, and you just don’t want to accept that.

“hey! you just said you couldn’t resist this place so don’t judge me,” you scowl.

he grins and the two of wait for the food to come while conversing over random topics.

when your food comes, both of you dig in immediately.

“this is insane. how does something taste so heavenly?” you comment on it.

you don’t realize how comfortable you’ve become around woonhak or how it has even gotten to this point so fast. in a way, it just happened in a natural fashion.

plus, if you were completely honest—dead serious, honest—you can already feel his warmth rising inside you. you don’t know much about this boy in front of you who wears his heart on his chest (which he may not be fully aware of) and has a smile where his teeth stick out just the smallest bit, but you want to. you want to get to know every single detail about him.

he grins in response to your words and for a second you’re convinced his laugh is like music to your ears.

as the two of you are eating, the older lady comes up to your table again.

“how are we enjoying the food?” she asks.

you nod in a fast manner. “very good!” you hum, “it makes me crave sikhye..”

woonhak’s head snaps to you in a blink of an eye.

“what?” he says, dumpling still in his mouth.

you frown, “what?”

the two of you pause, eyes meeting for what feels like an eternity.

then, you hear a loud laugh.

the older lady still stands at your table, chuckling and holding her stomach as if it’s going burst open.

you raise an eyebrow, looking at her in confusion.

“oh, are you two funny!” her laughs slow, “mister kim woonhak, i think you’ve found the one!”

his eyes widen. “ma’am!”

she leans closer to you, whispering in your ear, “this boy you’re here with, kim woonhak,” she gestures to woonhak, “is here to test you.”

your mouth hangs open slightly. “test… me?”

woonhak digs his face into his hands, groaning.

she nods. “you ordered his favorite dish, you noticed this place’s design, and now you’ve just put the cherry on top—the sikhye.”

you slowly turn to woonhak.

“is this true?”

“yes…” his voice is muffled.

you begin to laugh, but it turns to a loud, almost obnoxious (to woonhak) one.

woonhak has this plan. he takes his newly met and possible partner to this exact dumpling spot, sees if they have similar tastes as him, has a hopefully engaging conversation, and decides afterwards if he likes the potential development that is there. he usually does, but still does the test anyways.

and if the subject just happens to order the same thing as him, order sikhye in the middle of eating, and notices the atmosphere of the restaurant, it might just be meant to be.

you so happen to have done all of these things.

and in response to this, woonhak turns tantrum mode.

“agh! this is so embarrassing…” his words are somewhat incomprehensible.

“woonhak.. it’s okay,” you giggle.

he looks up from his hands.

you hum. “i guess it’s just fate, huh? we might be meant to be.”

woonhak’s eyes widen with a subtle glimmer in them.

and finally, woonhak sees a hint of light. love no longer feels like it is going to end with a sappy, strange, or stupid reason at all; and he hopes desperately that it is all going to be because of you.

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