Jungkook arrived early.

"Oh. Jungkook." Coach nodded.

"Hello Coach." Jungkook says curtly.

"Call me Jin."

"Jin? What do you mean?"

"Jin, Coach Jin, whatever. I'm sure you call me Satan behind my back." Jin pointed a finger at him. Jungkook blushed.

"W-Well, you sure are one." Those are the only words of defense he has. Unfortunately, it was also very lame.

Jin laughed. "In any case, I'm not Satan."

Jungkook frowned. "Are you on drugs or something?"

Jin sputters out his coffee. "What the , Jungkook?" He rasps after he's done choking.

"You're usually not this friendly."

"Isn't this a nice change?," Jin asked, gesturing to himself. "I'm already handsome and stuff, but isn't this nice?"

"Well, why weren't you this nice before?"

"No reason." Jin smiles. Jungkook can see it's fake. But he doesn't dare comment.

Jin POV 

How was I supposed to admit I was not only quitting, but also had fallen in love with him?

It was so nice to actually warm up to him.

It was so nice teasing him, talking to him.

But its not supposed to be like that.

We were low-key in a teacher-student relationship.

Besides, I had been offered a better job.

But I couldn't help but think about Jungkook when I had decided to quit.

I knew we were playing a dangerous game.

But from the second I saw him, I had become completely entranced. 

I loved this, I had never felt this wonderful thrill.

I was, of course, in love.

I hated how clinched this sounded, how this story with him began. 

Either way, our relationship was absolutely nothing.

He didn't love me.

So why bother?

Lets just end this.

Farewell, Jungkook.