SHOOT YOUR SHOT ;; TAEKOOK

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If you could measure the amount of stress that you, as an ordinary human being could handle in a week, what would your absolute limit be?

How much would you have to endure before your mind finally held up its hands in surrender and said, 'the hell with this, I'm out'? Could you put a number to the amount of crap you could mentally put up with before that annoying little nervous twitch in your left eye presented itself? How severe would annoyances have to be until you cracked and what would they be?

Your cat using your brand new Italian silk sofa as a scratching post?

Being late for work Monday morning only to find that some thug has slashed your back tires?

Pulling your delicate whites from the washing machine only to find that your darling child's red soccer sock had somehow found its way in there too?

Having your heater blow up while there's snow on the ground?

The sale of your house falling through days before you're due to move?

Finding your beloved partner in bed with your best friend?

Forecast sunshine turning into pelting rain on the day of your outdoor wedding?

Witnessing your child being bullied and knowing that you absolutely cannot maim the little turd who's beaten them up?

Sleeping in when the clocks go forward?

The mortification of knowing that your weekly weigh in at Weight Watchers is fast approaching having just devoured an entire bucket of KFC's finest 'heart attack waiting to happen'?

Really, when you put your mind to it and think hard, just how much stress can you, as an everyday 'normal' person, cope with in a week?

It had been only six days since Taehyung's introduction to Min Rosalie and the past four had been complete hell.

In a matter of only four days Taehyung had been subjected to a near concussion, a very bruised nose, a walk that could rival that of a pregnant penguin, a rather rude not-so-welcoming reception from many of his college lecturers, his personal details being leaked to the architecture students at Columbia, a French professor who seemingly lived for embarrassing the hell out of him, a swim test that had terrified the crap out of his not-such-a-confident-swimmer self, and a naked she-man sticking his/her junk in his face on the subway.

Oh, and he had seen Jungkook's penis.

Suffice to say that Taehyung was somewhat glad Friday was finally wrapping up.

At least he was, you know, before he arrived home with Vera after their late afternoon shopping spree to find that Min Rosalie was once again in the house. Only this time, she brought reinforcements.

Again he had to ask, at what point do your stress levels max themselves out? Because his owns were seriously about to go kaput...

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Everything had been going so, so well. Minus the troll invasion on Saturday, things had been pretty damn perfect.

Taehyung's mind had been buzzing with questions, questions about the rude sister, questions about Jungkook's family life, questions about his friends and how they came to know of him and why they were all so cool-headed about the arrangement.

But on Sunday Jungkook and he left the city's confines and had taken his new charcoal coloured Mini Convertible out and about.

Taehyung had found that there was something entirely too thrilling about driving it.