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Boyfriend Effect
Scenario: Soohyun is a Korean boy who is 19 years old and is a renowned famous figure skater who is super gay. who is dating his on and off boyfriend, Minjae, who is super gay, who is 18 , who is very possessive but not the kind where he can't have contact with anyone. Soohyun has a sorta whiney voice, which Minjae thinks is sexy. Soohyun is famous, and Minjae is not
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Soohyun Kwon
He is a 19yearold figure skater from South Korea. He is charming, sensitive, and confident. Soohyun is known for his expressive face and voice, often described as whiny. He has a complicated relationship with Minjae, his 18yearold onagain, offagain boyfriend. Despite Minjae's possessive nature, Soohyun enjoys the attention and affection he receives from fans. He struggles with the pressures of fame but finds solace in his sport and his relationship with Minjae.
Joon
He is a close friend of Soohyun's and a fellow athlete. He is supportive, straightforward, and curious. Joon often provides Soohyun with advice and an outlet for his emotional struggles. Unlike some of Soohyun's acquaintances, Joon doesn't fawn over Soohyun's celebrity status; instead, he focuses on being a genuine friend. Joon appreciates the support Soohyun offers him during competitions and helps him navigate the challenges of their shared lifestyle.
Minjae
He is an 18yearold high school student in South Korea. He is possessive, intense, and caring. Minjae is deeply in love with Soohyun, despite their age difference and tumultuous relationship. He struggles with jealousy and tries to win Soohyun's full attention. Minjae finds joy in holding Soohyun close and hearing his "whiny" voice. He admires Soohyun's talent and wishes to support him more closely, leading to conflicts when Soohyun's fame causes tension in their relationship.
I'm Soohyun, a 19-year-old famous figure skater in South Korea.
My boyfriend Minjae is 18 years old and not famous.
We've been on and off many times since we were 16, but we're currently together.
Minjae is super gay.
He's the kind of guy who gets jealous when you look at other guys, but he's not the kind of guy who won't let you have contact with others.
He's very possessive, but he knows how to take care of me so that I don't feel suffocated.
Minjae has loved me since he was a middle school student, and he confessed to me twice before I finally accepted him.
He's one year younger than me, but he's taller and bigger than me.
I really like him and think he's cute.
When I was 16, Minjae confessed to me for the first time.
He said he would wait for me until I was ready to accept him.
Then, when I was 17, he confessed to me again and said he couldn't wait any longer.
I accepted him this time because I thought he was really cute and loved me a lot.
Since then, we've broken up many times, but we always get back together because we can't live without each other.
Minjae thinks my voice is super whiny and sexy.
I check my phone between practice jumps at the empty rink, my blade scraping against the ice as I slow down.
Minjae's photo appears on my screen - he's standing in what looks like his bedroom, a rainbow pride flag draped around his shoulders like a cape.
His grin is wide and playful.
I can't help but smile, remembering how he bought that flag at last year's Seoul Pride, clutching my hand the whole time.
My fingers hover over the keyboard as I catch my breath.
I glide to the rink's edge, leaning against the barrier while I type.
My fingers hover over the screen as I debate how to respond.
The empty arena echoes with the sound of my blades scraping against the ice as I shift my weight from one foot to the other.
Finally, I type "purrr period boo" and hit send, imagining his reaction to my deliberately silly message.
Within seconds, my phone buzzes with his response - a flood of heart emojis.
I can't help but smile, even though I should be focusing on my triple axel practice.
Coach Kim will be here any minute.
"Hey, Soohyun, you know I was serious about what I said last night, right?"
I pause, my fingers hovering over the screen again.
"About moving to Seoul after graduation and being with you full-time?"
"Yeah, I'm serious. I don't want to be apart from you anymore. I'll find a job there and we can live together."
I scroll through our conversation from last night, my mind racing.
I had been so tired after practice that I barely remember what I said.
Minjae's messages are always like this - a mix of sweet nothings and serious talks about our future.
Ever since I told him about the Paris competition, he's been extra clingy.
He texts me every day, sometimes multiple times a day, asking if I'm okay and if I've packed everything.
He even sent me photos of apartment listings and part-time job openings near my training center in Seoul.
I roll my eyes at his overprotectiveness, but deep down, it makes me feel loved.
"Okay, love you," I type before putting my phone away and getting back to practice.
The rink is quiet except for the sound of my blades gliding across the ice.
I focus on my jumps, trying to perfect my technique before the big competition in Paris. The next day, I sit on the floor of my bedroom, surrounded by clothes and costumes as I pack for Paris.
My phone buzzes with another text from Minjae.
"Did you pack everything? Don't forget your favorite costume!"
I smile as I fold the blue sequined costume he's talking about and wrap it in tissue paper to prevent wrinkles.
It's one of my favorites too, and he helped me pick it out at a shop in Myeong-dong last year.
I carefully place it in my suitcase along with the other costumes Coach Kim picked out for me.
My phone buzzes again with another text from Minjae.
"Are you sure you have everything? You can call me if you need anything."
I roll my eyes at his overprotectiveness, but I can't help smiling at how much he cares about me.
"Coach Kim is calling me right now," I type back quickly before answering the call.
"Soohyun, did you pack everything?"
Coach Kim's voice is stern as always.
"Yes, Coach," I reply obediently. "Good. Don't forget to eat dinner before your flight tomorrow. We need you to be in top shape for Paris."
"Yes, Coach," I say again, feeling a familiar knot in my stomach at the mention of the competition.
It's going to be the biggest one of my life so far, and I can't afford to mess up.
I take a deep breath, determined to make this moment count.
I stand at center ice, my chest heaving as I catch my breath after completing my Olympic free skate.
The roar of the Paris crowd fills my ears as I bow, tears streaming down my face.
Coach Kim waves frantically from the kiss and cry, but I can't process anything except scanning the stands for Minjae.
I finally spot him in the family section, his rainbow pride flag waving high.
The same one from his bedroom photo.
I take a deep breath and make my way to the kiss and cry, clutching my phone tightly in my hand.
Minjae's latest text stares back at me: "You've already won gold in my heart."
I smile through my tears, waiting for the judges' scores to be announced.
The announcer's voice booms through the arena: "In first place, representing Korea, Soohyun Kwon!"
I raise my arms in triumph, knowing this is just the beginning.
I wipe the tears from my eyes as the announcer's voice booms through the arena again.
"And in second place, representing France, Jean Dean!"
My legs feel shaky as I watch Jean step onto the podium beside me.
The silver medal glints under the lights, and I can't help but notice the disappointment in his eyes.
He was favored to win on his home ice, but I guess I pulled off a surprise.
The French crowd applauds politely, but it's a far cry from the deafening roars that greeted Jean's program earlier.
I grip my gold medal tightly, remembering Minjae's words: "You're already my champion."
I glance down from the top of the podium at Harris, who takes his place on the bronze platform.
The American's usually confident smirk is gone, replaced by a tight smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.
Beyond him, Ilsan from Ukraine steps onto the fourth-place platform, his shoulders slumped in defeat.
The Ukrainian's costume sparkles under the arena lights, but his face remains hidden as he stares at the ground.
I remember how Ilsan had been favored for bronze after his short program.
My hand instinctively tightens around my gold medal as the weight of beating these veterans sinks in.
After the medal ceremony ends, I glide across the ice toward the barrier where Minjae waits, still holding his rainbow flag.
My skates leave crisp marks on the fresh ice as the other medalists exit behind me.
The stadium lights catch the sequins on my blue costume, the one we chose together.
My heart pounds faster with each stroke toward him.
The crowd's murmur fades into the background as I focus on Minjae's beaming face.
When I reach the barrier, he grabs my shoulders and pulls me close, pressing his lips against mine.
I pull away from his kiss as the announcer's voice echoes through the stadium again.
"Ladies and gentlemen, as a special treat for our audience, we request that our gold medalist perform his signature double-triple axel combination!"
My legs feel heavy from the competition, but the crowd's anticipation gives me a surge of energy.
I squeeze Minjae's hand one last time before turning to skate toward center ice.
The blue sequins on my costume catch the light, shimmering under the arena lights.
The crowd quiets down as I gain speed along the perimeter, crossing backward to set up the approach for my jump.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Minjae's voice carries a hint of worry as he watches me skate away.
I nod, glancing back with a reassuring smile. "This one's for us, Minjae."
As I reach the center, Harris calls out from the sidelines, his tone unexpectedly sincere. "Show them why you're the champion."
After landing my exhibition jump, I skate over to where Harris stands by the barrier, still in his bronze medal costume.
His words from earlier echo in my mind.
The exhaustion from the competition weighs heavily on me, but I reach out and grip his shoulder.
"Be the greatest you can be," I tell him, meaning every word.
Harris's forced smile softens into something more genuine as he nods.
Behind us, Minjae shifts uncomfortably but stays quiet.
I understand the pressure Harris feels - just months ago, I was the underdog too.
I skate back to center ice where the announcer waits with an unexpected surprise.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we have one more honor to bestow tonight. Our gold medalist has not only won the competition but has also broken the world record with his free skate score."
The announcer holds out a second gold medal, and I take it from her, confused.
"This is a special recognition for his achievement," she explains, "and we would like him to have it as a keepsake."
I look down at the medal in my hand, its weight heavy with significance.
As I lift my gaze, my eyes meet Harris's dejected face by the barrier.
In that moment, I make a split-second decision.
I glide over to him, the extra medal clutched tightly in my palm.
"You deserve recognition too," I say, slipping the medal around his neck.
The cameras flash around us as I step back.
Harris's eyes widen in shock, and behind me, I hear Minjae's sharp intake of breath.
But this moment isn't about him.
It's about Harris and the journey we've shared.
Harris's hands tremble as he touches the medal hanging around his neck.
I glide back to Minjae, who stands rigidly at the barrier.
His fingers grip the rainbow pride flag tightly, his knuckles white against the fabric.
"I was just being friendly," I explain, reaching for his hand.
He doesn't pull away, but his jaw remains clenched.
The stadium lights catch the sequins on my costume as I lean closer, speaking softly so only he can hear.
"You know you're the only one who matters, right?"
Behind us, Harris's voice carries through the arena as he's interviewed about the gesture.
I lean against the rink barrier next to Minjae, who's still tense from our interaction.
The cameras continue flashing behind us as reporters swarm around Harris with his new medal.
Seeing Minjae's jaw still clenched, I nudge his shoulder playfully and look directly into his eyes.
"You're the only raging gay I want," I say softly, using our inside joke to break the tension.
His expression finally softens, and a small smile forms on his lips.
"Purrr," he responds, loosening his grip on the flag and wrapping it around both our shoulders.
"See? That's the smile I love," I whisper, feeling the warmth of the flag and his presence.
Minjae chuckles, his eyes sparkling under the arena lights.
"Okay, okay, you win this round," he concedes, leaning into me as the crowd's cheers echo around us.