Hello~ tell me if you want a part three, I was going to end it in this chapter but it was getting too long.

also sorry for taking so long to write I had to do some research on this chapter subject,
and study for the tests I missed because of being absent. That being said there might be some triggering topics in this chapter for the sensitive, but no major self harm.

"So...your house is really neat," he finally spoke out with an awkward laugh, rubbing his palms on his thighs as he tried to look at you.

"Thanks," you shortly replied with a frown on your lips, picking at the loose string on your couch out of nervousness. Your vision locked on the floor, as to not meet his eyes and embarrass yourself again.

You sat exactly two feet away from him, anytime he shifted you would scoot a bit away to the far end of the couch. This had been going on for about five minutes, the deadly silence hung over the both of you like a fog.

"I just want to sleep," you murmured out for no reason at all. Continuing to pick at the loose string, while tapping out a quick rhythm with your feet on the floor.

"Do you feel tired a lot lately?" Jungkook immediately replied, glad that a conversation was finally starting. Turning to the side to face you more while placing his hands in his lap.

You glanced at him with weary eyes, looking down at the couch you noticed he moved again, making you shift away a little to the opposite end. Looking back at the string you nudged it with your fingernail, continuing to talk while trying to ignore his excitement.

"I don't like sleeping anymore so I get tired lately. Sometimes I even make myself believe I don't need to sleep, that I don't actually have to eat," you bitterly chuckled out, your shoulders slumped in exhaustion as you leaned your elbows on your thighs.

Raising his eyebrow he closed his mouth, stopping himself from speaking again for the moment. After a few seconds of silence he figured out what to say, resting his back against the sofa to relax a bit.

"Is there a reason as to why you don't eat or sleep that connects to your fear of being touched?"

"If you were me and you had this phobia I bet you a hundred percent that you would feel like your life was out of control. It's scary to wake up in the morning knowing this fear will determine my everyday actions. That I don't really fully control my life, that it controls what I do instead," you sighed out, staightening your back as you turn to look at him. The words pouring out as if they've been locked in so long- that now they finaly get a chance to breathe.

"I would love to go to the mall, out to public places with my friends. I wish I could hang out at dances with people like a normal girl. I wish I didn't have to stay in my house all the time and wear millions of layers when I go out, even if its burning hot. But I can't, because I can't touch people. Because in my mind iv'e made this thing bigger then it really is and I've let it consue me. To the point where I cant even do the things I want to do. I can't garentee I wont have human contact in any way physically by someone. That I might have an arm brush against me while walking, and have a panic attack in public. I don't want to go to the hospital again...I will never go there again. So the eating and the sleeping, it's actually something I control. I can choose if I don't want to sleep, I can choose if I don't want to eat. So if there's something, at least one thing in my life that I can control, then ill sure as hell do whatever the fuck I want with it for once."

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"So you're telling me that you'd rather swim in a sewer system than eat two hundred marshmallows?" Jungkook asked with a bewildered laugh, turning to his side to look at you better. His cheek now resting on his palm, some of his hair sticking up in random pieces.

"Im a weird person, this is our twentieth session Jungkook you should know this by now," you scoffed out with a grin, looking up at him, your arm laying across your forehead to block out the light.

After your first session he came back for the second, which completely shocked you. When you ranted about your miserable life, you were sure you had scared him away for good.

That was untrue, he just came back the second day with a shopping website that he frequented used online, and for most of that second session he just shopped with you and listened while you talked about your day.

At first you were nervous and dreaded the visits, always telling him he didn't have to come back. After the tenth visit you started being more open and comfortable with him. You started to anticipate his visits, enjoying the feeling of having someone to freely talk to. He always kept his distance and you respected that about him, most of your friends would forget and accidentally touch you. He hasn't done that once yet, except on the sixteenth session.

On that day you accidentally bumped into him, it was your fault and you didn't blame him for it. Even though he kept apologizing for the whole day.

Usually you'd go into an immediate panic attic, but that time for some reason you didn't feel anything.

You didn't feel that skin crawling tingling sensation, the blackness tugging at your vision as your throat seemed to be suffocating yourself. You just let out a normal breath and continued the conversation.

It was the most shocked you've ever been in life, the thing you only dreamed about had happened. You touched a living human being, without the side effects that seemed to control your life.

With him, you now didn't have to worry so much about covering yourself with sweaters and blankets. Sure you still kept your space, but now part of that worry was kept in the back of your mind. That one moment replying over and over.

Breathe, touched, still breathing.

Both of you were laying on your bed, just chilling and talking, exactly one foot away from each other. You were lying on your back while Jungkook was facing you, his elbow propping himself up as he looked down at you.

"I have a favor...do you think you can do it for me?" You quietly asked after a few seconds of silence, fiddling with your fingers out of habit.

"Depends...I'm not doing anything that could possibly harm me," he chuckled out, flicking the hair out of his eyes for a moment before glancing back at you again.

"Can you touch my arm...? Just quickly, only for a second..," You stuttered our nervously, closing your eyes tightly as you mentally prepared yourself.

"Wait...what? Why would I touch you? I can't touch you, what happens if you go into a panic attack?" He worriedly asked, now sitting up as he ran a hand through his hair, biting on his lower lip.

"I just want to try something...I've been thinking about it and I want to see if it's true," You sighed out with frustration, not at him but at this whole situation. You know there was a high risk that you were wrong and that you would go into a panic attack.

But that tiny voice in the back of your mind wouldn't leave you alone, you had to try it out and see if you were right.

"I don't know about this...how about you rethink it. I don't want to hurt you," he murmured out with a frown, keeping his distance as he placed his hands in his lap.

"Just do it, hurry before I wimp out again," you replied with a shaking voice, feeling your heartbeat already race. Clutching the blanket sheet as if it was your only link to sanity at the moment.

Reaching out with shaking fingers, Jungkook carefully got closer. Looking at your trembling form with your eyes locked shut tight.

Hesitantly his finger seemed to hover over your skin, you could feel the air shifting from where his hand seemed to hover.

It was simple, the touch lasted for a second and it was gone. The feeling of warm skin that wasn't yours was bizzare, the most bizzare thing was that you didn't freak out.

Breathe in

Breathe out

You were okay

You were o k a y