Love, Lust, and Friendship ♡ A Kim Taehyung ff/smut/short ft Jungkook. |18+|

Chapter 1

Anna POV

“I don’t like him”
“You’ve never liked any of them..just chill out with this one..please?”
“Fine” he scoffed “but I really mean it this time Anna..I refuse to let another man come into our lives, flip it upside down, and then dump you like a piece of trash” 
“And I appreciate that Tae, I really do..but I’m an adult and I can make my own decisions” 
“And I’m your best friend that lives with you and has to suffer the consequences of those decisions” 
“Oh please..because all of your ex girlfriends were just all rainbows and butterflies” I rolled my eyes 
“I’m not saying they were..I’m just saying I make less mistakes than you do” 
I nudged him with my elbow “well fuck you too Tae” he chuckled as he bent over holding his stomach “besides, it was ONE date, it’s not like I’m marrying the guy tomorrow and he has to move in with us” 
“You mean to tell me that if you were to get married, we would still live together?” 

If I can’t marry you..and I have to settle for someone else..yes

“Duh, you’re my best friend, I wouldn’t kick you out” I laughed obnoxiously making him laugh just as hard 
“I’m not too sure how that would work babe, but okay” he chuckled and walked out to the kitchen leaving me in the living room “Pepsi?” he asked from the other room 
“Is that a real question?”
“I’m on it”
He came out holding two cans and sat next to me on the sofa, he handed me the can and wrapped his arm around me so we were cuddling as we resumed our movie. 

Tae and I have lived together for the last five years. We grew up together and when he decided to move he asked me to come with him and of course I said yes. There’s no way in hell I could make it without him.
Not to mention I’m in love with him.
I always have been.
I don’t think he sees me the same way though, he’s never led onto it anyway.

We have had sex before, drunken nights that ended in euphoria..but we never really talked about it after with the exception of jokes here and there or innuendos. We’re so close it’s scary..none of my ex’s have ever liked him because they felt like they couldn’t trust us together, same for all of his ex’s. I always tell myself to grow the balls to tell him..but anytime I ever got the strength..he was seeing someone else or I just straight up pussied out.

I’ve done everything I possibly can to get over him..but it’s so hard in moments like this where we’re watching a movie together wrapped up in a blanket together and tangled up together while he holds me and occasionally kisses the top of my head.

He’s always treated me with love and care..almost like a doll that was too pure and fragile.
It gave me butterflies.
Except for the times we had had sex..there was nothing fragile or pure about those interactions. My body got hot at just the thought. 
“Babe?” I asked
“Hmm?” 
“I’m gonna get a shower and head to bed” 
“Okay love” he smiled and pecked my cheek “Good night”
“Good night” I repeated back to him as I got up and went to the bathroom, after my shower I put on an oversized shirt and some panties before getting into my bed, I scrolled through facebook for a solid hour before my eyelids started to feel heavy. 

I woke up to Tae spooning me and holding onto me for dear life. This is another one of his habits that I love and hate at the same time. It drives me crazy having his body pushed up against me, but I also low key love it and wouldn’t trade it for the world.

As long as I’m the one he’s holding on to..I know he isn’t holding anyone else. It’s selfish. I know it is.. Eventually he is going to find the one to settle down with..and I just have to accept that. But for right now? I closed my eyes and nuzzled myself into him. I fell back to sleep and we both woke up to my alarm going off.

“Mmmm I don’t want to wake up” he mumbled into my neck giving me goosebumps 
“Me either” I admitted as I stretched and rolled over to bury my face into his chest and inhale his scent. 
“Just call out and spend the day in bed with me” he whined and squeezed me around my waist holding me as tightly to him as possible   
“Trust me babe, I would if I could” 

He kissed the top of my head and then released me from his death grip so he could stretch and crack his bones, his hair was sticking up in all different directions and his pajamas were disheveled almost making him look childlike, I giggled a little as I got up and off the bed
“You really need to start wearing pants to bed” he said as he rolled over and held his head up on the palm of his hand watching me move around my room to get ready for work
“Why? It’s my room” I laughed
“Yeah, but I like sleeping in here with you..but sometimes your ass is just” he bit his lower lip and winked at me making me giggle 
“So if I don’t wear pants ever again will you stop sleeping in here so you can control yourself?” 
“No, I’m telling you to start wearing pants to bed so you don’t wake up to me wanting to have sex with you” 
“Makes sense..or you could just..I don’t know, not sleep in here?” I laughed as I turned around and took my shirt off so I could put my uniform on 

“You love waking up to my cuddles though” he whined and in my head I could see the pout on his lips making me smile 
“I do, I can’t deny that” I smiled and turned around once I was done getting dressed “Breakfast?” I asked 
“I guess so” he sighed and got off my bed, I grabbed my cell phone and walked out to the kitchen, I cooked us some scrambled eggs and toast while he got himself dressed for the day. He came out in ripped skinny jeans with an oversized black tee tucked into the waistband showing off his built but small frame, he had a hat on backwards and black sneakers, I had to fight my own body not to drool over him as we sat and ate breakfast together 
“Want me to drop you off and pick you up today?” he offered as he took a sip of his orange juice
“Sure” I shrugged and sipped my coffee.

Once we were done with our breakfast we got into his car and he drove me to work, he kissed my cheek and told me to have a good day before I got out and walked through the doors of the dress shop I work for.
You’d think working in a dress shop wouldn’t be too bad...except for the fact that we deal with all of the prom teens, and brides. 
My god. The brides. 
They’re the fucking worst. Not all of them..but a lot of them.