Sunoo was a walking paradox. One minute he'd be all soft smiles and gentle touches, his feminine side radiating warmth and kindness. The next, he'd be radiating an aura of confidence and charisma, his masculine side oozing charm and a playful swagger. He could pull off any look, any vibe, effortlessly switching between the two, and that's why everyone at school was smitten with him.

Luckily, you were his best friend, and you knew him better than anyone else. You two had a sleepover planned, and you were determined to prank him. You set your trap with the utmost care, convinced your plan was foolproof. But as the night went on, you found yourself falling into his trap instead.

You knew the right buttons to push, the right words to say. "Sunoo," you said with a playful wink, "you know, you're really… handsome." A pause. "Maybe I even like you." You tried to sound nonchalant, but your cheeks were burning.

Sunoo's eyes widened, his mouth forming a perfect 'O' shape. He looked back at you, a soft smile gracing his lips. "I like you too," he whispered, his voice barely a murmur.

You stopped for a moment, surprised by the sudden shift in his demeanor. He was serious, his gaze intense, his feminine side on full display. Your heart thumped in your chest.

Then, Sunoo erupted into laughter. "Gotcha! I won't fall for your traps."

You groaned, your heart sinking. "You're so mean!"

"Just being honest," he said with a grin, his mischievous nature returning. "And I'm just happy to see you again."

You sighed, but a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. Sunoo, your best friend, always a master of disguise. And you, always the one getting pranked. But you wouldn't trade it for the world.