Yoongi promises that he'll make it to the hospital tomorrow, and a part of Jungkook wants to reassure him that it's okay if he can't make it on such short notice — that he's not even sure what his mother's established with the hospital staff, as far as visitation goes. But it's hard to try to wrap himself around the thought when his chest simply yearns for Yoongi's company, when it feels like he needs hope as much as he does the air he breathes. He nods, his fingers aching as they clutch the phone, before he belatedly realizes that Yoongi can't see the nod.

It gives him just enough time for doubt to sink in — should he really be asking so much of Yoongi? Asking him to break away from his schedule when finding a job is hard enough for Yoongi as it is, asking him to see Jungkook the way he looks now, bruised and injured and still unable to wean himself off of the pain medication. He's lost muscle mass, he's pale, he's pretty sure his body's retaining too much fluid.

This might hurt Yoongi as much as it did Jungkook when he came to visit after the fire. Except Jungkook could afford to spend the time in the hospital room. And Yoongi's father put up no resistance.

"I love you," Jungkook murmurs, his voice just on the cusp of a whine. He reaches up with his free arm, grabs his hair and gives himself a small yank. Keep it together. He needs to keep it together. "Come when you can, okay?"