"Nicer, maybe. Prettier, definitely not," Jungkook says softly, a small smile still lingering on his lips as he tries to imagine what Yoongi was like whenever Jungkook had left the hospital. He doesn't doubt that Yoongi's mood was dour, that perhaps he even lost his temper a few times with the nurses. Yoongi's always been the type of person to need more distance whenever he was feeling hurt, and Jungkook's pretty sure that he's probably not the only person in all of history who needs a wider berth. He presses his lips together, then shakes his head. "You know, I bet the nurses understood. I mean, you were in a lot of pain and you couldn't... couldn't do all the things you could normally do. Anyone would be upset."

He wonders as well how many details the nurses might have had about the circumstances. How much gossip might have gotten around. Depression isn't a topic easily discussed in the general public, but Jungkook imagines that medical staff probably encounter it more often than not.

And as for himself... Jungkook glances down at his feet, the way they push up the sheets. He can still move them; he's not paralyzed. But even a small tilt to the side hurts, and he winces, breath catching briefly.

Prettier, he definitely is not.

"I'd ask you to stay on the call tonight with me but..." Jungkook takes a measured breath. "I don't know what Heejin's plan is like. Or how much her parents monitor her phone."