Innocence and Misunderstandings

YN sat on the edge of the couch, scrolling absently on her phone. The live notification popped up again—that man was live, calling her a kidnapper indirectly. And this time… she watched.

She muttered to herself, rolling her eyes. “Ignore him. He liked me before. Doesn’t matter now.”

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a black car pulling up. Inside, JK sat, composed as ever, surrounded by black vehicles—his convoy keeping everyone at bay. His presence alone commanded attention, and YN felt a strange mix of safety and unease.

At the wedding, YN moved through the crowd, still unsure how to behave around people who whispered about her husband. JK’s friend nudged him, a smirk on his face. “Bro… your wife is so innocent.”

“She is innocent,” JK replied quietly, his eyes never leaving YN. “She didn’t even know the relation of husband and wife when I married her. And there are still many things she doesn’t know.”

YN, unaware of the conversation, greeted a few people politely. Then, someone gasped. “I really thought you were dead!”

YN froze for a moment. “But JK, I swear I’m alive. I’m not a ghost. Don’t believe her,” she whispered, clutching her husband’s sleeve instinctively.

Later, as the crowd mingled, JK’s friend commented again. “Bro, sometimes it must be frustrating for you too.”

JK shook his head. “That frustration is rare.”

His friend laughed. “But you can’t be soft for her. You’re the boss.”

“Bro, she doesn’t even know how to curse,” JK said with a faint smile, though his eyes remained watchful. “Otherwise, she’d be traumatized.”

YN, standing behind them, had overheard everything. Her cheeks warmed, a mix of shock and embarrassment washing over her. “Okay, I’m acting, if that’s what you think,” she said softly, turning to leave.

JK followed quietly, taking her hand gently. “YN, I never called you stupid,” he said, pinning her softly against the wall so she couldn’t walk away. “My friend said you’re too innocent. No one can be that innocent—you must be acting like this for my money.”

YN swallowed the lump in her throat. “Release me, JK,” she whispered.

“No,” he replied firmly.

“I’ll listen to you. I promise. But don’t pin me against this wall. I don’t know how many people touched this,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.

“Let’s talk at home,” he added, finally letting her go.

YN’s eyes followed him as he walked away. Her hands flew to her head, heart racing. Teristrophobia was kicking in, but she forced herself to keep her body calm.

Even as she moved through the crowd later, brushing off whispers and sideways glances, she knew one thing—her life with JK was already full of unexpected tension, innocence clashing with authority, and a bond that neither of them fully understood yet.

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Author:I hope you will like it it's my first time writing something on novel toon but I used to write on Wattpad it's just a story that came into my mind so am writing it

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