There's a shift in Jungkook's tone when he speaks again, and Yoongi can tell he's smiling. Even if it's just a little, even if it's brief, he's coaxed that much out of him, and it makes Yoongi feel a tiny bit better. He's not as good as Jungkook is at lightening the mood and being the optimistic one, but he'll try his damnedest if it means making Jungkook even a fraction happier.

"Ah, you won't have to try too hard," he teases. "People like you. Unlike me. I think I annoyed my nurses." He wasn't exactly in the mood to be the kindest patient. Even when he was trying hard to get better, even when he felt more prepared to return to the world of the living, he wasn't great at keeping up a façade of friendliness. Every time Jungkook left, he could feel himself lapsing back into melancholy, and, especially in the first few days, he's pretty sure he snapped at them a couple times. Though, in his defense, it fucking hurt. "But you're nicer than me. Prettier, too."

He can imagine it easily, too, how simple it would be for Jungkook to be sweet and polite, even if he's in pain. He's always had a milder temperament than Yoongi.