There's so much left to say. Yoongi has trouble getting any of it out, when none of it seems more important than making sure Jungkook knows how utterly loved he is. He has no idea still the extent of the damage or how long Jungkook is going to be in the hospital or when it might be safe to visit. Somehow, the idea of asking now scares him. Maybe it means he has space to imagine the worst, but, for a moment, it also means he can remember Jungkook exactly as he was, healthy and whole. Happy.

Somehow, in spite of everything, they were so happy, just for a moment there.

"Okay," he says. "Yeah. And I can reach you through her if I need to, right? But I'll be there soon and then we can talk in person and we can catch each other up on everything."

Well, not everything. There's a lot he can't hide from Jungkook, a lot he'll figure out anyway once he gets his phone back, but Yoongi doesn't need to confirm how bad it was. That doesn't matter now, not as much as Jungkook's health.

"Good night, Gguk," he says softly. "I love you."