Jimin sighed as he sipped onto the hot chocolate he'd made for himself. It was probably around noon, his ankle hurt in his cast and he had nothing to do with his day.

He'd gotten a week off work after a talk with his boss, and was instructed to do at least two lives within his leave. Once he'd gone to his checkup at the hospital, they would determine if his leave was to be extended or not.

The house had been quiet ever since he'd woken up, Namjoon having gone to work long before he even opened his eyes. He'd left a small note to his boyfriend, along with a terrible doodle that, admittedly, had made Jimin laugh at his dorky-ness.

'Love you Mini <3

Tried to make pancakes but they kinda flopped, they're still in the fridge if you're really desperate.'

The pancakes did look very flat and their shapes weren't the most appetizing, but he'd actually enjoyed them (especially because Namjoon had made thm himself, just for him).

But despite Namjoon's attempts to cheer him up, he already missed being active, moving around, talking with the bighit staff and coming up with new choreographies for BM or his youtube channel.

He sighed from his seat in the couch, taking his phone out of his pocket and clicking on the app, scrolling down his recommandation boredly and not really finding anything he'd like to watch.

He sighed again, clicking on the search bar and letting his fingers hover over the screen before they mindlessly typed the stage name of his boyfriend.

One of the first things he came across was the video of the fan sign when Namjoon had thrown his pen to Jungkook when he'd been laughing about the 'ideal type' question that had been asked to Jimin. Then pen had hit him his temple so perfectly it had almost seemed like an edit, throwing Jungkook off his chair comically.

Jimin found himself snorting at the memory of the fans all bursting in laughter.

Another clip was that of Namjoon during their first radio interview, constantly sighing and rubbing his eyes at all the other member being accomplished crackheads and ignoring everything idol's should not talk about, namely dating and some not so holly subjects, cursing like sailors and exposing some of their fights.

Jimin giggled again, deciding to hop onto Namjoon's official channel where he posted some of his guides and music singles to listen to some of his work.

He usually didn't listen to Namjoon's music that much, mostly because he never really urged him to and didn't alerted him when he posted something new.

That is why he was taken aback by the amount of content on the channel. Ranging from midnight talks with fans on his instagram live to songs and step by step logs of his producing process.

He clicked on one of the first video on the homepage, being met with a black screen and a grainy audio filter, as if someone was starting up a vinyl record.

Namjoon's voice suddenly filled his ears with a sentence he had hear him say in his sleep multiple times.

"We have nothing to envy."

His voice was deep and very clear as if he was speaking a menace, before it changed into a more gravelly tone, a lot more mad as he spat his words.

"At least that's what i was told to believe, but a bird who's been caged all his life never learned how to fly."

Jimin felt his insides churn as the song went on, slowly making him feel more and more trapped despite being within the comfort of his own home. That, he guessed, was due to the lyrics of course, but also the audio of the song that coupled a strong beat with creepy sound effects that made his skin crawl.

This song was powerful, and a lot more meaningful than Jimin would have ever imagined.

He'd never know his soft boyfriend bottled up so much hate within him, yet here he was listening to such words.

Letting the music play from his phone's speaker, he clicked to the comments to see people's reaction, most of them being supportive and insanely kind to the artist, other quoting the lyrics or making up fan theories about what they could mean.

"I'm free now, but the scars haven't faded and their blade is still sharp."

The next lyrics were in a dialect he couldn't understand, but the korean lyrics that's been playing on the black screen as he rapped filled him in on the meaning.

"If you can hear me, look I made it, you could too." It said.