SHOOT YOUR SHOT ;; TAEKOOK

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Taehyung made his way into his, no – their bathroom just as he walked from his room. He set the plug into place and watched as the hot water began to gush from the facet and fill the tub. He would quite happily live out the rest of his days in the large, circular shaped bathtub. It had Jacuzzi jets. Enough said.

Taehyung added a generous amount of jasmine scented bath oil and went to brush his teeth.

The week's worth of sun had given his consistently pale complexion a light, healthy glow. It surprised him actually, just how well he was looking.

Taehyung's normally dull brown eyes were bright and alive and instead of the dark orbs washing out his pasty skin they now seemed to warm and soften his face. Taehyung's hair, even in the birds nest state that it was, looked shiny and had a definite bounce to it. He had even put on a little weight. Not much but definitely a couple of well needed pounds. New York was agreeing with him.

Taehyung finished brushing, stripped off his clothes and clambered into the bath, much too impatient to wait until it had filled. He toed the stainless steel tap and revelled in the calm that washed over him. He needed this. The day's events had certainly been a little on the overwhelming side, what with the tall, scary building followed by the tall, scary sibling.

Taehyung sunk further into the water, gladly putting the festivities on temporary hold.

••••

Taehyung dressed himself casually in a pair a light wash, ripped jeans, a V-neck white T and his black flats.

He'd brushed, dried and ruffled his hair messily and felt thoroughly refreshed. The muggy heat added to the city's lingering dirty air could make you feel somewhat grimy at times and he'd gotten into the habit of bathing or showering twice a day.

He couldn't figure out why Jungkook did this initially, but after a couple of days here it made sense. Your whites didn't stay white for very long in New York.

Taehyung padded his way downstairs in search of Jungkook, stopping on the first floor to check his study, the ground floor to check his workroom and finally clambering down to the kitchen.

He smiled when he heard Jungkook's voice and figured he was still on the telephone, but when an angry female voice countered his words, he stopped short.

Oh no...

Please don't say she's back, please don't say she's back, please don't say she's back!

"... Cannot believe her audacity! Did she scare Taehyung? I swear to God Jungkook, if she's set that poor girl boy I'll throttle the vapid bitch myself!"

"No, I don't think so." Jungkook responded quietly. "He seemed okay when I went up. I tried to get him out of earshot as soon as I could but by the sounds of things he heard quite a bit regardless."

Somebody snorted. "I'd be surprised if three doors down didn't hear, Rose isn't exactly known for her volume control."

The voice was unknown but distinctly male.

"The hell with volume control, she needs an 'off' button!" The female snapped. "Did she say much to Taehyung?"

"I didn't let it get that far. She was rude, probably shocked Taehyung with her attitude more than anything, but I wasn't prepared to keep him downstairs only to be awarded a Rosalie special."

"Jungkook, I'm so sorry. I don't know how she keeps finding the damn key!" A new male sounded off.

"It's not your fault, Min. Rose is just... Rose." Jungkook sighed. "I wouldn't have been so angry if she'd just stayed out of Taehyung's room. He's only been here a week and already had a space that I wanted to make just his completely invaded by a perfect stranger. Christ only knows how he feels about that particular sufferance."