A/n:-  The feedback for the previous chapter was wonderful. I feel nice ^w^ Anyway, i just wanted to thank everyone who has subscribed and waited so patiently for my late updates. Here's the next chapter (i'm sure all of you know that) I hope you ENJOY ^^

"But son you need this. You need to interact with others, feel human presence. You need to go out." The boy adressed turned his desk chair around and squinted at his mother. "Mom, you're already in my room and that too, in your apron. You are aware of how many germs you bring but along with that, you also wear the apron and come, completely contaminating my living area. Despite all this, I'm stilll calm and am communicating with ease. I don't want anything else." His mother sighed, clearly defeated but not for the first time. She turned to leave the room but stopped by the door. Before she was completely gone, she said the words that had him rethink his decision. Had him rethink his position and had him standing in front of the gloomy building with glass double doors. She had said, "you know, I liked you when you had friends." 

He had friends. Yes, he did. Over the internet and on his online classroom he had befriended some wonderful people. So he didn't need friends in real life right? Plus, his experience with friends wasn't so.........acceptable. There was this time when -  No! He had promised himself he'd forget that. It was that one incident which made him socially awkward. But of course, his parents didn't know that. And it was better that way. 

He pressed the sides of his head and shook it. He needed to do this. He needed to get through this, the faster the better. His hands slowly rested on the door handle and he pushed. Not just the double doors but also his insecurities. He headed straight to the main office. Sure, he had not been in school since middle school and now he was in college but he still remembered what to do. On the way to the office, he examined his hands instead of his campus. He made a mental note to wash them before putting on his 'public gloves'. One more door to open. He went in when the voice inside granted permission. His head entered first and then his smile which was equally reciprocated. After collecting his time table and the college map, he slowly headed to the boys' washrooms. He really hated touching things that weren't clean. Though he couldn't do anything about that since germs spread freely in a public place. He swiftly brought a small bottle of diluted alcohol and with years of practice dropped a few drops on his now-defiled hands and quickly replaced the cap. It burnt. He closed his eyes in well known pain and rubbed his hands together and opened his backpack once again to bring out a pair of gloves. Once ready, he set out to look for his first class. 

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"Um can I take this seat?" a short boy asked him. Jungkook scowled. "No," was all he gave the stranger. The other boy was taken aback but seems like he really wanted the seat because he still persisted. "But I want it." "So what?" Jungkook was equally stubborn. "Please, I don't want to sit near the window," the stranger pleaded. Jungkook rolled his eyes, "nor do I." "Jeon Jungkook that isn't your property." It was his homeroom teacher. Or so he thought. It was the principal and she had been surveying the college premises to help any new kids who had just joined. She also looked into the classrooms and saw a boy clad in full on black and wearing a rather rebellious look, bullying his classmate. How she knew that? Well, he was one of the new kids who had come to her office that morning aside from over 20 others. This one though, stayed in her mind due to his lack of.....well, everything a student should have. He had no 'school sense'. He had to be tamed and so she thought he sitting in one of the strictest teacher's class would do that to him but here he was, bullying some other poor kid. Jungkook rolled his eyes again and moved places. He didn't want to get into trouble on his first day of college. "Thanks," the stranger said happily, settling int