It’s his voice that catches Yoongi’s attention.

It’s high-pitched. Melodious. It reminds Yoongi of the high end of a music box or the light tinkle of sleighbells. White strands of Christmas lights and polished silver. Not something that would normally drop Yoongi’s mood into the pits of hell.

The thing is that the kid sounds pissed to high heavens. It’s like the music box is broken, the sleighbells rusted, the silver dull and the lights exploding one by one. Yoongi doesn’t particularly want to hear this on his good day. The last thing he cares about right now is whatever made such a soft voice sound so full of poison.

As luck may have it, he’s about to find out so much more.

or: jimin has a very public breakup, yoongi accidentally orchestrates it, and his involvement lasts far beyond its expiration date.

The Perfect Blend