(A/n) Look who finally decided to update this ㅠㅠㅠ

“(Y/n)?” Jimin repeats curiously, trying out the sound of your name on his tongue before sighing and patting your head, “I don’t know… I kinda like ert or grandma better.”

“Well I don’t, so call me (Y/n) from now on!” you pout, following him to the car with your arms crossed over your chest. He spares you one glance as he walks over and slides into the driver’s seat, and you in the passenger’s seat.

Chuckling, he inserts the key into the ignition, twisting until the engine roars to life, “Whatever you say, ert.”

“Anyway, anything else Doctor Nam said to you other than you could let your head breathe - though you’re doing the complete opposite and hiding it,” he asks nonchalantly, disregarding the squeak on your part and your fingers flying up to lower the bill of the hat further over your face, “It can’t be that bad.”

“I-it’s bad… really bad,” you deflate, shrinking against the car seat, the bill casting a shadow over your face.

You don’t expect it, at a red light, Jimin leans over and flicks the cap off your head and takes a good look at the dimple on your forehead before you keel over and bend like a flip phone. Your arms scramble to wrap around your head as you silently wince at the friction between your wound and your jeans.

Unexpectedly, the weight of what you assume is a hand, his hand, settles on top of your head, ruffling slightly and stiffly in an awkward manner.

“Hey, chill ert, it’s not bad.. I swear…”

You look up, and he flinches, realizing what he was doing and retracted his hand immediately just as the light turned green. Pursing your lips, you fit the hat over your head once again, ignoring the soft patter of your heart.

“Anyway… he also mentioned getting a cellphone,” you wince at your stiff attempt at changing the subject, glancing at him from the corner of your eye focusing on the road, “B-but I told him that it was already enough that you were paying for my hospital fees… so…”

“By the time you leave us, my wallet is gonna weigh barely a gram, you little brat,” he grumbles, changing destinations and merging into a different lane.

“You don’t have to!” you quickly add, waving your hands around in frantic dismissal. You’d seriously be guilty to have him pay for not only your hospital fees but also your phone. For a second you stopped, in a breath when you realized what he said: by the time you leave us. Your heart drops, a frown tugging at the ends of your mouth at the thought. Maybe you’ve been secretly dreading it or you’ve chosen not to acknowledge it, or the thought came up at some point, but the idea of having to one day part from these boys - Taehyung, Yoongi, Jimin, the others - it’s saddening. You’ve become accustomed to living with Taehyung and Jimin, you can’t imagine having to go your own way once you can figure out who you were. What if you didn’t remember anything, what if you chose to stay clueless of the last how many years of your life before the incident and stayed with them? Would they even allow you to keep staying with them?

“Grandma, do you need a hearing aid? You're getting too old and losing your hearing already,” Jimin interrupts your inner thoughts, waving a hand in front of your face with a scowl.

Glancing around, you find that he’s pulled into a car park, pulling the emergency break up and turning the key in the ignition off.

“Where--?”

“The mall, you idiot. Don't be stingy with your model, I still gotta pay for your fees too, you know,” he grumbles, slipping out of the car and you follow, walking a few steps behind his long strides. You both enter the shopping mall, various people walking about, entering and exiting shops, standing around or sitting at benches. Jimin turns to see you getting further and further away from him, frowning as he waits for you to catch up before catching the hem of your shirt and tugging you closer until you can match his pace.

“At this rate, you’re going to get lost here,” he mutters, exasperated as you both make your way over to an Apple store. You’re not even two steps in until he backtracks and groans out loud, “Why the hell did I bring you to an Apple store, your phone’s gonna end up like Tae’s.”

“Hey! I’m not that clumsy,” you scowl, huffing as you miss his hand and yank him back into the store by the loop of his belt, “And we’re here already, so no turning back now!”

From the corner of your eye, you can’t help the smile on your face, Jimin standing behind you with his arms crossed, occasionally glancing at his phone. Maybe you should go easy on him and go for an older model, he did not look that happy with the abuse of his wallet. The more you look at him, you can’t help but notice how he looks funny, sticking out with his uniform, other people glancing at him, at least the ones who weren’t distracted with the apps on the iPads and iPhones.

“Did you pick one yet?” he says uncomfortably and fidgety when yet another lady sends him a flirty greeting. You blink, now noticing the fleeting giggles and poorly hidden glances from other females in the store.

“Uh yeah…” you say, eyes flitting over each model and price tags frantically, finding the cheapest one and picking it, “This one!”

He steps over, eyeing the phone you chose before nodding, “Do you know what color you want?”

“A-any,” you shrug, wincing at the sigh that leaves his mouth before nodding. You feel guilty, having Jimin pay everything for you as he hands you the porcelain drawstring bag with the metallic, partially bitten apple smack-dab in the center on both sides. Mumbling a soft thank you, you follow after him until he stops and turns, “Do you uh, want to get something to eat?”

You blink at him, slightly taken aback by his sudden question, and he narrows his eyes at your silence. His face is slowly shaded with an embarrassed hue of pink as he huffs and urges you for an answer or else he’s changing his mind.

“S-sure!” you finally choke out, cracking a small smile to which he turns away from and motions for you to follow. Walking behind Jimin, careful to stay in step with him and not get swept away by the countless other shoppers, you can’t help but gaze up at his broad back and smile. After all that’s gone down between you both, you’d like to say that he’s broken down a wall for you. Not entirely there, but he’s no longer sealing you out. If last night meant anything, you’d also like to say you’ve grown on him enough for him to hold you close to him.

Along the way towards the food court, you pass by a stall selling an assortment of phone cases and charms. You stop, enchanted by the cute little charms set out for display behind the glass.

Jimin stops when he no longer hears your footsteps behind him, you don’t answer him when he calls your name - well… nickname, he refuses to call you by your actual name now that you’ve remembered it. Whirling around, he feels himself deflate and suppress a groan when he sees you in the distance ogling at a vendor. Stomping over, he flicks your cheek, “Hey you, don’t go wandering off, we haven’t set up your damn phone yet. I’m not your mother.”

“You’re acting like one right now,” you answer nonchalantly, rubbing your fingers over the stinging area of your cheek where he hit, “And these are really cute, won’t you get me one?”

He squints at the charm that you point to, a little pig head, the head white with large pointed ears, eyes beady black and nose pink. It was connected to a pastel pink braided lanyard with a black