Not Just Friends

Not Just Friends

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They've been through everything together. Rivals turned friends. Enemies turned brothers. Two people who somehow became each other's whole world without either of them noticing. Saint and Shin are university roommates now. Same room. Same bed sometimes. Same everything. That's just what friends do. Isn't it? When a girl approaches Saint in front of the whole group everything shifts. Suddenly Shin is watching his best friend date someone else and discovering that okay isn't the same as fine. That fine isn't the same as good. That good was never what this was. And Saint - Saint is watching Shin replace him with someone named Ming and learning the specific agony of jealousy you have no right to feel. It takes one explosive night. Three days of silence. A confession. A punch. And the slow devastating realization that male friends don't do what they do. They were never just friends. They just needed to survive each other long enough to admit it. "I don't want to go back to being friends." "Then what do you want?" "You. Just you. More than this."
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