#ji yeong

Well, I watched the show over again and the hyperfixation is hyperfixating. Hope ya’ll enjoy these

Pairing: Cho Sang-woo (player 218) x Kim Ji-yeong (player 240)

Genre: Fluff / Slice of Life / Soft Romance / No Alcohol

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tags: #sangyeong #cho sangwoo #kim jiyeong #fluff #no alcohol #soft hours #established relationship #domestic fluff #he fell first but she fell harder #actually they both fell immediately they're just idiots about it

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1. The Coffee Incident

Sang-woo was particular about his coffee.

Black. No sugar. No cream. Brewed at exactly 92 degrees Celsius. He had a whole speech about it—something about acidity and extraction and why most cafes were "criminal enterprises masquerading as hospitality."

Ji-yeong brought him a latte on their third date.

With oat milk. And a heart drawn in the foam.

He stared at it like she'd handed him a live fish.

"What is this?"

"Coffee."

"Coffee is black."

"This is also coffee. Just... friendlier."

He took a sip. Made a face. Took another sip. Made a different face—softer, almost confused.

"It's... not terrible."

"High praise from Cho Sang-woo."

He finished the whole thing. The next week, she found a bag of oat milk in his fridge.

"I don't know how that got there," he said.

She didn't call him out. Just smiled.

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tags: #coffee shop au but make it canon #latte art beginner #he's learning to like things #jiyeong is patient #sangwoo is stubborn

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2. The Hair Tie

Ji-yeong had a habit of losing hair ties.

They were everywhere—on the nightstand, in the couch cushions, inexplicably tangled around Sang-woo's expensive pens. He complained about it constantly.

"There's one in my briefcase," he said one morning. "How did it get in my briefcase?"

"The universe provides."

"The universe is messy."

She laughed and stole his watch to use as a hair tie. (It did not work. She tried anyway.)

Three weeks later, she opened her glove compartment and found a small box. Inside: twelve black hair ties. Not the cheap kind—the good ones, thick and sturdy, the kind that didn't snap after one use.

She stared at them for a long time.

Then she drove to his office, walked past his assistant, and kissed him right at his desk.

"That was unprofessional," he said, but he was smiling.

"You bought me hair ties."

"I bought myself peace and quiet."

"You're a liar."

"I'm a pragmatist."

She kissed him again anyway.

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tags: #acts of service love language #he notices everything #jiyeong is chaos #sangwoo is order #they balance each other

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3. The First "I Love You"

It happened at 2 AM in a convenience store.

They had been fighting—something stupid, something neither of them remembered the next day. Sang-woo had walked out. Ji-yeong had let him. An hour later, they both ended up at the same 24-hour convenience store, standing on opposite sides of the ramen aisle.

"Sang-woo."

"Ji-yeong."

Long pause.

"I'm sorry," they said at the same time.

He bought her a triangle kimbap and a banana milk. She bought him a black coffee and a pack of his favorite gummy candies.

They sat on the curb outside, shoulders touching, breath fogging in the cold air.

"I love you," she said.

He choked on his coffee.

"What?"

"I love you. You don't have to say it back. I just—" She shrugged. "I wanted you to know."

He stared at her. The convenience store light made her look soft and golden and impossibly young.

"You're an idiot," he said.

"I know."

"I love you too."

She grinned. "I know."

He threw a napkin at her. She caught it. They sat there until the sun came up.

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tags: #2am convenience store confessions #triangle kimbap supremacy #she said it first #he meant it more #soft angst #happy ending

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4. The Bad Day

Sang-woo had a bad day.

Not the usual kind—not a deal gone wrong or a deadline missed. The kind where everything felt heavy. Where getting out of bed felt like climbing a mountain.

Ji-yeong didn't ask questions.

She just climbed into bed with him at 3 PM, still in her work clothes, and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"What are you doing?" he mumbled.

"Nothing."

"You're supposed to be at work."

"I called in sick."

"You're not sick."

"No." She pressed her forehead between his shoulder blades. "But you are."

He didn't cry. Sang-woo didn't cry. But his shoulders shook, just a little, and she held him tighter.

Later, she made him toast and watched three episodes of a terrible reality show he claimed to hate. He laughed exactly four times. She counted.

"I'm fine," he said at the end of the night.

"I know."

"Thank you."

"I know that too."

He kissed her temple. Soft. Brief. Everything.

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tags: #comfortember #bad days #soft comfort #he doesn't have to be strong with her #she shows up #that's enough

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5. The Text Messages

A collection of their texts:

Ji-yeong: i'm bored

Sang-woo: I'm in a meeting.

Ji-yeong: so you ARE bored

Sang-woo: I'm hanging up.

Ji-yeong: you didn't call me?? you texted?? liar

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Sang-woo: There's a cat on my car.

Ji-yeong: is it cute

Sang-woo: It's orange and it's shedding.

Ji-yeong: so yes

Sang-woo: I'm not petting it.

Ji-yeong: you're definitely petting it

Sang-woo: ...

Sang-woo: It's soft.

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Ji-yeong: what do you want for dinner

Sang-woo: Not delivery.

Ji-yeong: too bad i'm already ordering

Sang-woo: Then why did you ask?

Ji-yeong: to feel included

Sang-woo: You're exhausting.

Ji-yeong: you love me

Sang-woo: Unfortunately.

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Sang-woo: Come outside.

Ji-yeong: it's midnight???

Sang-woo: Come outside.

(She went outside. He was standing by his car holding two cups of instant ramen and a carton of strawberry milk.)

Sang-woo: The stars are out.

Ji-yeong: you hate stars

Sang-woo: I hate a lot of things. Not tonight.

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tags: #text post #canon typical banter #he's soft over text actually #jiyeong is his exception #strawberry milk supremacy

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6. The Argument About Nothing

They fought about laundry.

Not the serious kind of fight—the domestic kind, the kind that ended with both of them laughing and neither of them apologizing.

"You put my sweater in the dryer," Sang-woo said, holding up a shrunken cashmere victim.

"It was wet."

"It was cashmere."

"It was in the laundry basket."

"Because it needed to be dry cleaned!"

Ji-yeong crossed her arms. "I don't know the difference between sweaters, Sang-woo. They're all just... clothes."

"You're impossible."

"You're dramatic."

He sighed. Dropped the sweater. Pulled her into a hug.

"I'll buy you a new one," she mumbled into his chest.

"You will not. I'll buy myself a new one. You'll sit there and look pretty."

"That's sexist."

"That's a compliment."

She hit his arm. He caught her hand. Kissed her knuckles.

"I hate you," she said.

"No you don't."

"No," she admitted. "I don't."

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tags: #domestic bliss #cashmere tragedy #he's dramatic she's chaotic #they're in love #arguing as a love language

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7. The Sleep Talking

Ji-yeong talked in her sleep.

Sang-woo discovered this three months into their relationship. He woke up at 2 AM to her poking his cheek and whispering urgently:

"The penguins are late."

"What?"

"The. Penguins. Are. Late."

"There are no penguins, Ji-yeong. Go back to sleep."

She huffed. Rolled over. Five minutes later:

"Tell the penguins I'm sorry."

He laughed so hard he woke her up.

"Why are you laughing?"

"You were worried about penguins."

"I was not."

"You said 'the penguins are late.'"

Ji-yeong buried her face in the pillow. "I hate when you tell me what I say."

"It's not my fault you have a subconscious penguin conspiracy."

"I'm breaking up with you."

"No you're not."

"No," she sighed. "I'm not."

She fell back asleep. He stayed awake for another hour, watching her, smiling like an idiot.

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tags: #sleep talking #penguin conspiracy #he thinks she's adorable #she will never live this down #morning after chaos

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8. The Surprise

Sang-woo was not good at surprises.

He planned everything. Overthought everything. The idea of spontaneity made him physically uncomfortable.

So when Ji-yeong came home to find the apartment covered in fairy lights and her favorite takeout on the table, she immediately assumed something was wrong.

"Who died?"

"No one died."

"Are you breaking up with me?"

"What? No."

"Then why is this happening?"

Sang-woo rubbed the back of his neck. "Do I need a reason?"

"Yes."

"I just..." He paused. "You've been sad lately. I wanted to make you not sad."

Ji-yeong's eyes went soft. "You did all this because I've been sad?"

"It wasn't all me. The lights were your idea three months ago. I just remembered."

She walked toward him slowly. Wrapped her arms around his waist.

"You're not as cold as you pretend to be," she said.

"Don't tell anyone."

"Never."

He kissed the top of her head. She stayed there for a long time, breathing him in, feeling the fairy lights warm her back.

"I'm not sad anymore," she whispered.

"Good."

"I love you."

"I know."

He said it back later. In the dark. When he thought she was asleep.

She wasn't.

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tags: #he remembers everything #surprise fairy lights #soft sangwoo hours #she heard him #fluff without plot

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9. The Rain

They got caught in a downpour.

No umbrella. No cover. Just twenty minutes of walking between the restaurant and the car.

Sang-woo took off his jacket and held it over both of them.

"That's not going to work," Ji-yeong said, already soaked.

"It's the principle."

"You're ridiculous."

"You're shivering."

She was. He pulled her closer, jacket stretching to cover her shoulders, his other arm around her waist.

They walked like that—slowly, absurdly, getting drenched anyway. By the time they reached the car, they were both dripping.

"I told you," she said.

"Shut up."

He opened her door. She climbed in. He walked around to the driver's side, and before he got in, he looked up at the rain.

Then he laughed.

Not a small laugh. A real one. Loud and unguarded, the kind he only ever let out around her.

Ji-yeong watched through the window. Her chest ached with something she couldn't name.

"What?" she asked when he got in.

"Nothing." He wiped rain from his face. "I'm just... happy."

She reached across the console and took his hand.

"Me too," she said.

He drove home with one hand. Held hers with the other. Neither of them let go.

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tags: #rainy days #he laughs for her #hand holding #the little things #soft and sweet

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10. The Quiet Morning

No alarm. No plans. Just sunlight through the curtains and the sound of the city waking up outside.

Ji-yeong woke first. She turned her head on the pillow and watched Sang-woo sleep.

His face was different when he slept. Softer. Younger. The lines between his brows smoothed away. He looked like the boy in the photograph—the one holding almond pastries, missing two front teeth.

She traced a finger along his jaw. He stirred. Didn't wake.

She wanted to remember this. The way his eyelashes fanned against his cheeks. The way his hand had found hers even in sleep. The way his breathing matched hers without either of them trying.

"Stop staring," he mumbled.

"I'm not staring."

"Your breath is on my face."

"Sorry."

He opened one eye. Looked at her. Smiled—small and sleepy and real.

"Good morning," he said.

"Good morning."

"Stay."

"I'm not going anywhere."

He pulled her closer. She went willingly. The sunlight got brighter. The city got louder. Neither of them moved.

This, she thought, was happiness.

Not the loud kind. Not the dramatic kind. The quiet kind. The kind that snuck up on you when you weren't looking.

The kind that stayed.

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tags: #morning fluff #soft hours #stay #he's soft only for her #no plot just vibes #sangyeong endgame

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