"I'm fine for visitors," Jungkook says, his voice almost rushed, suddenly fearful of the thought that Yoongi might not be able to come. It's definitely a possibility, now that Jungkook thinks more about it. He's been allowed out of his room enough that he doesn't think there's any medical reason to prevent people from seeing him — his mother's not in a clean suit or anything of that sort when she comes to visit, and she brings plenty of food from outside — but he doesn't know what kind of restrictions his mother may have placed on the visitor list. He's not sure how much checking they do of identification when people stop by.

Maybe the nurses will be nice. Maybe they'll make an exception. Maybe they'll turn a blind eye, knowing how Jungkook hasn't been seen by anyone yet apart from his mother.

Maybe his mother, as loath as she is to let Jungkook reach out, wouldn't actually stop any of his friends if they were to turn up at the door. Maybe she doesn't remember their names well enough to ask nurses to turn them aside. She wouldn't. She wouldn't go that far. It's one thing to urge him not to be distracted, it'd be another to block everyone else out entirely.

Jungkook takes a shaky breath, trying to get enough air.

"It's not like I'm in a clean room, it's not — infection isn't what they're worried about and — I don't know. Maybe you can pretend to be Yeongwook. It's not like he's been around," Jungkook stammers, grasping at errant thoughts.