Yoongi-yi

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The spotlight is a merciless spotlight, revealing the tiniest cracks in the veneer of a young talent. Jimin, like a butterfly emerging from the cocoon of a music school, stands frozen in front of the door to Yoongi's office, his new mentor.

The door swung open, as if at the wave of a conductor's baton, and Jimin stepped in. Yoongi, seated at the piano, seemed like a statue of shadow and severity. His face, as if carved from stone, betrayed no emotion. His eyes were two piercing embers.

"Are you Park Jimin?" A voice, hoarse as an old cello, made Jimin flinch. "Forget everything you were taught. Here, your knowledge is just clay from which I will mold a masterpiece. Or smash it to pieces."

Jimin swallowed, feeling sweat trickle down his back. "I'm ready to learn, Master Yoongi," he whispered, like a prayer.

"Preparedness is good. But it's not enough. I'll teach you more than just singing, Jimin. I'll teach you to feel music with your skin, to breathe it, to love it and to hate it. I'll open up a world to you where sound is passion, and the voice is a weapon."

Yoongi rose from the piano, his shadow falling over Jimin like a shroud. "Let's start... with scales," he growled, approaching. "But remember, Jimin. Every note you play is a revelation. And if you lie even once... the retribution will be severe."