For You

Chapter 43

"Jin hyung!!" called Taehyung, running into the dance studio holding his iPhone.

Everyone was having a break after their grueling dance practice. Jin who was lying on the floor sprang up to sitting position when he heard Taehyung yelling for him.

"What's up Taehyung?" asked Jin.

"You looked like you were chased by a mad dog," said Yoongi, taking a gulp from his water bottle.

"Look here," Taehyung showed everyone the headline in the entertainment section.

BTS JIN IS DATING AN HEIRESS?

There were no pictures of the said heiress, only a picture of Jin in their latest concert in Japan.

Jin cursed profusely. He just hoped Youra hadn't seen the article yet. He honestly didn't know how or where the heck the media got the news from since he didn't know any heiress, much less have enough time to go out on a date with Youra. Knowing how close she was with her students, he was afraid she would get the news first. That was two dating scandals in a month. The press must be on a roll wanting to get the dirt on him.

"Namjoon, how much time we have until today's meeting?" asked Jin.

Namjoon looked at the clock, "About two and a half hours."

"We're free until then?" Namjoon nodded and Jin stood up. "Taehyung, send me the link," he said and made his way out.

It was still summer break and Youra didn't have anything on today. Her parents already left for their honeymoon and she would be at her own home. He hoped she was there. He borrowed Mr. Kim's car and drove to Youra's house.

Youra was surprised to see him at the door during daytime. "Is something wrong?" she asked as he went inside.

"I honestly don't know how they got this but I swear, I don't know any heiresses nor I am dating one except for you," Jin showed her the article and Youra read it as she sat on her sofa.

Youra laughed out loud. Jin was confused seeing her reaction. He expected that she would go on her tirade like last time but he didn't expect her laughter.

"Are you in the middle of practice?" asked Youra as she looked at his attire. He was wearing his sweatpants and he had his hoodie over his oversized shirt. His hair was messy and matted with sweat. Jin nodded. His heart was still beating fast from his sprint from the stairs to Youra's door.

"I hope you won't get into trouble for this. You can just text me about this you know," Youra reassured.

"I won't get into trouble. I just don't want to get in trouble with you," said Jin.

"You won't. But we have to be on guard," said Youra.

"Why?"

"They're talking about me," Youra answered. "To set things straight, I am not an heiress, I'm not going to inherit my dad's logistic business – ever. I'm just a plain ol middle school teacher from Uiseong."

"What?" Jin was more confused.

"Read the article, oppa," she handed the phone back to Jin. He read the article for the first time and understood what she meant. It didn't expose the complete identity of the 'heiress'. It only implied that during the weekend, Jin was seen holding hands with a logistic company heiress at a wedding. He could guess that someone saw them holding hands at Youra's parents' wedding and told the person who wrote the article.

"So, the heiress here is you?" he asked for confirmation.

Youra nodded, "And again, I'd like to stress that I am not an heiress. My father is rich. I am not." Youra peered back at the article. "Dang, they described me like one of the Bloomberg heiress. I'm not as beautiful as them, I'm just plain me."

"Stop demeaning yourself, Youra baby. You're beautiful," Jin kissed her until both of them were breathless. "I've been wanting to do that last Sunday." He smiled sheepishly.

"Me too. How much time you have left?" asked Youra reminding him of the short time he had. The distance from the studio to Youra's house was not that far but the traffic was crazy. There were too many traffic lights in between to begin with.

"Not much," he sighed. "I have to get going," he stood up and pulled her up too. He suddenly got a whiff of himself. He was practicing non-stop since early morning and he knew his shirt was soaking with his sweat. "Man, I stink."

Youra hugged him tight, "Stinky or not, I still love you."

"You say all the right things," he hugged her back and nipped the spot behind her ear.

"Don't start what you can't end," warned Youra. Jin smiled.

"I love you too," he kissed her for the last time.

He put his hoodie on as he ran down the stairs before getting back to the car and returned to work.