But they do know what you look like, so you can't be out in public with her for a while. Right now Granny Soo-ah is with her, the two of them grabbing some hot cocoa in the lobby together. It's been a while since it was just the two of them and she was happy to have some quality time with her granddaughter. 
"You okay?" you ask Jimin, snuggling yourself more into him. 
"Not really," he grumbles before burying his face into the crook of your neck. He takes a big deep breath before letting out a slow exhale. "That should be my name up there with yours." 
"Maybe if your genetics weren't so strong, we wouldn't have this problem," you chuckle, reaching to ruffle his hair. "It's your fault Jia looks just like you." 
"You're the one who made her," he groans. "You had her forming in there for nine months. You couldn't have given her your eyes or smile?" 
"Trust me, I tried my best," you snort, remembering how much you prayed for her not to come out looking like him. 
"This fucking sucks," he sighs, keeping his face against your neck and shoulder. His scent is washing over you, making your heart flutter. 
He's having a really hard time because of everything going on. Getting confirmation that those two incidents were linked almost sent him spiraling. And what's worse is that there still aren't any leads. The driver kept his lights off when he drove away and the surrounding cameras lost him (or her, but you're pretty sure it's a him).
Last night he was a mess, but he seems to be doing better after talking with Dr. Han. He's grumpy and quiet, but he's calm. It's like he's thinking hard about what he wants to say, mulling over the right way to approach it. 
After a minute or two of silence, he finally presses his mouth against your shoulder blade, muttering "I'm sorry, [Y/N]," so quietly you almost miss it. His forearms around your waist tighten, your back pressed to his front to the point you think he might be trying to merge your bodies. "I shouldn't have raised my voice or thrown things. I acted like a child."
"Your tantrums are very similar to your daughter's," you snort, making his shoulders deflate. "But thank you for your apology. I know this is a lot." 
He nods against your shoulder, his mouth still pressed to the back of your black t-shirt — well, his black t-shirt you stole. You grab his forearms to gently pull them off of you, turning to look in his eyes. "But," you say sternly, "There is something you said that's bothering me." 
Jimin swallows the lump in his throat and nods again, waiting for you to continue. 
"Is there any doubt in your mind about my relationship with Jum?" you ask, making Jimin's shoulders tense again. "Do you think I slept with him and won't tell you about it?" 
"N-no..." he stutters, averting your eyes. "I know you wouldn't do that." 
"Do you?" 
Jimin bites into his cheek, looking at nothing to his left. During his meltdown, he somehow came to the conclusion that the only way Jum could be this obsessed with you is if you fucked him, which really hurts your feelings. That means he doesn't trust you. He must not think very highly of your character. 
It also sounds a lot like victim blaming, but you know Jimin would never say something like that to you. 
"Talk to me," you say to him, squeezing his forearm. "Do you think I'm hiding anything from you?"