Wait!” He found his voice again. Jimin stopped when he caught your attention, your back turned to traffic and confusion written across his face. “Wh-what’s your name?”

He knew your name. No matter your face, your gender, your sex, your race- your name had never changed.

You spoke it. And Jimin had been right.

It was you.

“I’m sorry,” you blushed furiously, eyes trying to avoid the sternness in his, “...do I know you?”

Jimin’s cheeks had grown a bright pink now.