Best Romance Comedy Kdramas Novels & Stories

Feelings were always such a burden to bear, and Cho-ae didn't know what she expected to gain by falling for someone who could only ever see her as a friend. "I'm sorry. This is all so silly." She laughed at herself, her thumb wiping at her face as soon as she pulled away from the hug, but Hana pouted at her. "You're going to think it's stupid." "What's stupid! You're stupid for thinking that! C'mon now, tell." The smaller girl put her hand on her hip and glared at Cho-ae, who chuckled at her sass. "I...Well, Young-mi likes someone from the Engineering department." Her hand rubbed at her nape and she refused to meet Hana's eye, who didn't say anything for a few seconds.

"It is perfect." "It is perfect for love," Office manager Kam yells louder. "I will take my wife for a date tonight" Ahn Hana and Jung Kwang Soo don't even glance at the gossipers. They go to the kitchen. Jung Kwang-soo is making coffees for both of them. Ahn Hana opens the refrigerator and says something. Jung Kwang Soo shoves a triangular piece of sandwich in her mouth. They can't hear their conservation. However, that barely stops them from guessing.

I laughed. "Fine, I will admit that this one has quite a catchy storyline, but that doesn't mean I like them especially this Song Joon Ki guy." "Yeah right," I smiled, before pressing play on the remote. We continued watching the drama the entire night. It wasn't until I saw Grant dosing off that I switched the TV off and tapped him. "What? Did the guy die?" He asked, confused at the blank screen as he rubbed his eyes. "I want you to know that I love you so much, Grant. I can't even believe that I spent the last nine years hating you. Song Joon Ki might be handsome and a heartthrob, but you are my number one," I assured him with a smile.

(Park Zuo Yung) “That’s right…no more corners or roundabout…just straight forward and end kind of romantic love story..Kim Hyun Nee were abused by her husband and manipulated by her in laws…then she divorced her husband..get harassed by her in laws to the point she got miscarriage..she met Park Kyung Tae in hospital…then they get married…the end…happy ever after..no fuss no mess…that’s settled the scandal stuff..then she can get back and focused in her politic career…everyone got an happy endings…”. “.…Rather straight forward…the miscarriage part..is a little bit over the top…but still, it’ a great drama script, Sir…..”. (Park Eun Ji)

“The fans will love this! The domestic intimacy! The breakfast smiles! The chemistry!” I choke. “Chemistry?! The only chemistry here is between me and caffeine!” Ethan calmly reaches for a croissant. “She’s shy,” he tells Soo-Min. “I’M HOSTILE, NOT SHY!” Soo-Min giggles like this is peak romance. “Mr. Jang, maybe feed her something! A cute moment!” I freeze. “Don’t. You. Dare.” He pauses. Then with that K-drama villain level of calm, picks up a strawberry.

I'm willing to do anything as long as it can stop you from being angry at me. It was pointless to even look at him. Instead, I looked around for any sign of Shane. Ever since Eric appeared, all Shane did was hide in a corner like an abandoned child. It kind of tickled me. I walked over to him and grasped his hand in mine. "Where were you? Why are you hiding from your love rival? You're supposed to be my husband." A light lit up in Shane's dim eyes. "D-Don't you regret marrying me? He's here to apologize to you. Would you relent and leave with him?"

I selected a romantic comedy Korean drama, desperate for something light, and entirely removed from my current reality. Bright colors and cheerful, melodramatic dialogue filled the room, casting a flickering glow over the dark furniture. And then, pushing through my relaxation, came the memory of Stellan’s voice, rough and desperate against my skin. I am madly, inconveniently, and irrevocably in love with you. On the screen, the male lead chased the heroine through a rainstorm, grabbing her hand and pulling her into a desperate embrace. The cliché made my chest ache, but it wasn't because of the show.

“You’re dressing like it’s prom, Windsor. It’s dinner, not a wedding.” I turned back to the mirror, pretending his stare didn’t crawl under my skin. “You don’t get to comment. You probably wore the first thing you found on your floor.” He glanced down at himself. He was wearing jeans and a black button-up that looked maddeningly good on him. Then he grinned. “Yeah probably and I still look better than you.” I threw a scrunchie at him. He ducked, laughing, and jingled his keys. “C’mon. You’re stalling.”

Bubble bath, one of the perks of being married to a freakingly rich man. Clean and dressed, she headed downstairs and found Drew in the kitchen. He smiled at her when he saw her, poured her a cup of coffee and slid it towards her. "Good morning, sleepyhead." She smiled back. "Good morning." "Ready for our honeymoon?" "No." She grumbled. He chuckled. "I promise you'll enjoy yourself. Ever been to Venice?" "That where we are going?" "Yup. Venice, the city of love. Perfect for a honeymoon. And I promise, no bikinis."

Ariel was speechless. If Serena was a good actress, then Michael must be a good screenwriter. In the blink of an eye, he created this melodramatic story that made people’s jaws drop. “I knew that man is doing this for that stupid homewrecker!” Incensed, Ariel threw the remote control aside. “D*mn. He rushed to the station late at night to defend the homewrecker, yet he has the cheek to say he loves you. I think the person he really loves is that homewrecker!”