Isn't It Romcomic

Part 1

Hi friends!! I hope you're doing well :) I wrote this as part of the bangtan boardwalk summer collab by bangtan headquarters on tumblr!! It's my very first net collab and I had so much fun writing for it, and I just wanted to thank the lovely admins and mods at the net for organising the collab!! Definitely go check out the other fics people wrote for it if you have the time, I'm sure you'll find many many awesome stories to read :)

Now without further ado, I hope you enjoy this fic!!♥

PS: this is inspired by the movie Isn't It Romantic – def go check it out if you haven't seen it!!💕

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"Will you marry me?"

Your heart skips a beat and your eyes widen. You blink at the man sinking down on one knee in the middle of the street, holding a small, black box. As he slowly opens it to reveal a diamond ring glittering in the blindingly bright summer sun, more and more people stop to look at the scene, smiling despite the hot weather.

A gasp, a disbelieving laugh. You smile. "Oh my god, of course I will!"

You keep walking, though you're unable to take your eyes off the scene as the man jumps up just in time to catch his partner, who leaps into his arms. A soft sigh escapes you and tension melts off of you, despite the fact that you're sweating like a pig and your top is starting to cling to your back, and it feels disgusting. God, if only you–

A shoulder crashes into yours, ice cold coffee spills onto your shirt.

"Sorry," sounds the low mutter as the culprit brushes past you, quickly continuing on their way without even stopping to look, nevermind help you.

You open your mouth and turn to look over your shoulder, hoping to get a curse word or two in there before they can escape, but they've already disappeared into the thick crowd. A loud car honk echoes through the streets and bites at your eardrums as you turn around again, looking down at your blouse. The fabric is stained light brown, the cup in your hand now half-empty. The coffee that's spilled over your skin is already growing sticky as it dries, and the front of your shirt is completely soaked and clinging to your stomach.

Letting out a heavy sigh, you bite your tongue to keep yourself from cursing. Awesome. Really great. Thank you, kind stranger.

Heaving yet another sigh, you pick up your pace to get back to your building as fast as possible. You glance at the tall skyscraper across the street as you move, letting out a soft sigh. The enormous letters sitting above the entrance glare back at you, a bold font reading King & Wang Enterprises– you quickly tear your eyes away from the building before someone else can bump into you, walking up to your own office. Throwing a last, longing glance across the street, you push open the glass doors and step inside.

Cold air wraps around you and you let out a satisfied breath, taking a sip of the remaining coffee as you peel your wet blouse off your belly. Soft, muted chatter fills the large lobby, your footsteps echo off the tiled floors, and the hot summer sun beams through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows in an attempt to fight the airconditioning. Some people are waiting on the elevators across the room, fanning cold air into their faces using the stacks of papers in their hands.

"Afternoon, Y/N," greets the doorman, and you send him a smile. "Make sure to wash out that stain before it sets, eh?"

You laugh bitterly, raising your cup to him in a mocking toast. "Afternoon to you too, Jim," you return as you brush past his desk, heading straight for the elevators. You stop just a few steps away from a group of men clad in full suits, absently drinking your coffee as you hit the button to summon an elevator. Taking a step back to wait for it to arrive, you glance down at the large coffee stain in your blouse once more, pulling at the wet fabric in the hopes that it won't leak through to the camisole you're wearing underneath and, god forbid, your bra. You might actually have to wash that thing before it has run its monthly cycle.