Why can't I play like her? Yoongi's heart withered like a flower on a winter day. He was beyond frustrated and it was visible very clearly. He hated the fact that there was something different about the lady's pieces and he couldn't catch it. He was jealous how she could spin and weaved a yarn of forgotten folklore through her music whilst he couldn't, no matter how much he tried, it always felt life less and void
He was jealous.
