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“ do you see me as more than a friend ? ” minseok was lying on the floor , hands folded flat against his stomach as he glanced over towards his friend. maybe it was the slight alcohol in his system rather than the gnawing fear of a conversation a tourist had engaged him in --- least he would like to lie and say it was that was making him say this. “ because . . . truthfully , i see you as something more than that. ” he sighed deeply , shrugging. “ you’re not just a friend to me. you’re . . . my best friend. a good damn friend at that. ”