It's all Yoongi wants now. He doesn't care that the hospital is much further than he originally thought it was or that he's not sure how long it'll take to get there by bus or if he'll get in trouble for wanting the day off without any warning. Every part of him seems to ache with the longing to be there — to see Jungkook for himself, to hold him, physical proof he's alive, that this is real. He's been so fucking afraid, and while hearing Jungkook is a start, it isn't enough. He wants to touch him, to hold his hand, to give the kind of support Jungkook's given him. It's not simple, loving devotion, but a selfish, terrified need to make this as real as he can.

"I will," he says, a fervent promise, his voice thick in his throat. "I..." He hesitates, unsure. Is it unfair of him if he admits how bad things have been? Jungkook needs to take care of himself, not to worry about Yoongi.

But eventually he'll get his phone back and he'll see anyway.

"I've been so scared," he admits quietly. "I thought I lost you. I didn't know what to do." Even saying it hurts, his heart too tight, too heavy in his chest. Even hearing Jungkook's voice on the other end of the line, the fear is still all too real. How he made it this long, he doesn't know.