Sunoo, your best friend, was a ray of sunshine. Feminine, kind, and always ready with a sassy quip, he was the epitome of a charming femboy. Everyone at school adored him, drawn to his infectious laughter and sweet, playful nature. But then, he started dating a guy he met on a dating app. He started wearing makeup, his look subtly transitioning, making him appear almost like a transgender woman. He seemed happy, content in his new relationship, but the truth was, the relationship wasn't going as well as it seemed.

One night, you got a panicked call. Sunoo, his voice choked with tears, told you his boyfriend had broken up with him. The news hit you like a punch to the gut. You knew how deeply he loved this guy, how much he had invested in the relationship. His voice, usually full of life and energy, was now broken and defeated.

You rushed over to his apartment, finding him curled up in a ball on the floor, surrounded by empty pizza boxes and crumpled tissues. He was a mess, his makeup smeared, his face pale and drawn. His eyes were red and puffy, his entire being radiating pain and despair.

"I... I don't understand," he choked out, his voice barely a whisper. "All because I liked a boy..."

You stayed with him all night, talking to him, comforting him, reminding him of his worth and reminding him that he was loved. You made him laugh again, bringing back the sparkle in his eyes. He needed to know that he was worthy of love, that his femininity was not a weakness, but a strength. He needed to know that you were always there for him, that his happiness was your priority.