The classroom was abuzz with anticipation, a symphony of whispered conversations and rustling papers. I sat at my desk, fiddling with my pen, trying to ignore the nervous flutter in my stomach. He was late. Yoongi, our new Music Theory teacher, was notorious for his grumpiness and his unwavering dedication to perfection. He was a walking contradiction - a man who could make the most complex musical concepts seem simple, yet who could also reduce a student to tears