Shapes // Winwin x Reader // Ch. 3
FYI I almost blew my brains out retyping this after it got deleted so I hope you enjoy!!
figure skater!winwin, ballerina!reader ; haters to lovers au ; slight angst, fluffy ending, smut (in next chapter) // wc: 1,296
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2
Chapter 3
tw: character insults other characters body, brief mention of family death, language
You’re standing outside the ice rink waiting for Winwin and his coach. You're supposed to see him perform his routine and correct him where he is lacking artistically. You felt pressured, since at the previous Olympics, Winwin fell short of the gold medal because the judges felt his performance lacked in artistic value, and if the same thing happens this year, it’s going to fall on your shoulders.
You’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited. Even though Winwin wasn’t the nicest towards you, you knew he was good at what he did, especially considering the fact that you might’ve stayed up until 3am watching every interview and filmed performance after realizing you might be in love with the asshole. Plus you’ve never seen figure skating live before, yet alone China’s best.
You turn around to see Winwin dressed in a long gray coat, a black fluffy sweater, brown pants and black boots, next to him a taller, plumper man, wearing a tracksuit, who you assume is his coach, but there’s a third person. A man clearly much older than Winwin and even his coach, dressed smartly. You can’t help but notice he has a slight resemblance to Winwin. “Hello Miss Y/L/N, it’s such a pleasure to meet you” the man extends his hand out for a handshake, which you respectfully accept. “I’m Winwin’s father” He beams at you. It finally hits you, that’s where the resemblance comes from.
You were standing by the door to the rink, ready to watch Winwin’s routine. You figured you’d record it on your phone, so he wouldn’t have to do it over and over again every time you pointed out something you wanted to correct, because if he was aiming for gold, the routine was probably hard. Music starts playing, and you shift your gaze to Winwin.
*psssstt watch this (I love Yuzuru so you know I had to do it. Okay moving on)*
You were shocked. Amazed. Winwin was already attractive, but as soon as he started performing he practically transformed into a god. His lean and strong body gliding across the ice, combined with the look of pure concentration and focus in his eyes made him look ethereal, but Winwin’s father clearly thought otherwise.
“Terrible! You’re an absolute disgrace! Not only was that repulsing, but you also embarrassed yourself in front of Miss Y/L/N! I want this routine perfect!” The old man stormed off and found a bench to sit on further away from the rink, you didn’t miss the flick of anger in Winwin’s eyes.
It had been about three hours of you pointing out areas where Winwin’s dancing was stiff or emotionless, and giving him tips to strengthen and improve certain ballet inspired movements, and even though you didn’t think it was possible, Winwin did even better than the first time. You tell Winwin you’re done and he heads over to the locker room to get changed. Just as you’re about to leave, Winwin’s father calls your name. “Miss Y/L/N, is that all for today?” He asks, you give him a respectful smile “Yes it is. He’s fixed all the areas there was trouble in, and with continuous practice he’ll perfect it in no time. The routine is almost flawless now” He nods at you “Don’t you think he should lose some weight? I saw some of the boys at your academy, they’re all so thin. Winwin was sick for a while and gained some weight, I couldn’t stand seeing him today, he looked like a whale on ice” He laughed. You were dumbfounded, how could a father say something like this about his own son? You catch Winwin behind his father looking at you, not failing to miss the glimpse of sadness in his eyes before he turns away and heads into the changing room. “I’m sorry sir but Winwin’s body is absolutely perfect. He needs to stay healthy to perform well. Now if you’ll excuse me” You give him a curt nod and head into the locker room after Winwin.
You see him on the bench, hunched over, almost inaudible sobs coming from his body. You quietly walk over to him and put your hand on his back, he looks at you, eyes red and puffy, tears still streaming down his face “Please Winwin, talk to me. I know you don’t want to but I’m not leaving you alone until you do” You tell him, concern laced in your voice. Winwin wanted to give you a snark remark and tell you to leave him alone, maybe insult you like he always did, but deep down he knows it's all an act. “I don’t even want to skate anymore. I’m tired of it. I skate because I love it, but after my mother passed away, my father made it seem like it was some sort of obligation. After i won silver 4 years ago he’s become even worse. At first he was proud, but then it turned into pressuring me to do better, saying that if I won silver I could easily win gold, and that I had to do it for my mother. I’m in my 3rd year of college, I just want to enjoy my life, relax, not have him breathing down my neck, so I’m quitting figure skating after the Olympics. I’m only putting up with him until then, but after that I’m cutting him off. I finally won’t have to hear him call me a whale on ice” He said the last part with a soft chuckle
You were shocked at his confession, but at the same time happy he confided in you. “You know, I used to hate ballet. At first I did it because it was fun and I liked the pretty costumes, but when all this word started spreading around about me being some sort of child prodigy, and I started making a lot of money from my guest appearances, it quickly turned into a chore for me. I felt pressured to maintain my “perfect ballerina” image, and the harsh comments I received from people claiming I was not worthy of anything I had received made things even worse. But as I got older I realized that it isn’t worth it living for other people. They had expectations of me and I realized I didn’t have to meet them. I’m happy where I’m at right now. I still have a lot to learn, but I’m content”
“I love you, you know?” Winwin said, looking at you with admiration in his eyes. “W-what?” You stuttered “I’m in love with you. I know you probably don’t feel the same because I was an asshole to you, but I just couldn’t deal with my feelings for you, even from the first day i met you. You’re too out of my league, too much of an amazing person. But you gave me strength. I was so close to dropping out of the Olympics lineup, but whenever it got hard I’d think of you, and your smile, and it made me want to push forward. Whenever I’m next to you I can barely even breathe, and I’m sorry I was such a dick”
You stared at Winwin, still mildly in shock, but smiling as you realized what he just said. You reach your hand out to cup his face and lean forward, pressing your lips to his. Winwin’s hands move to hold the back of your head, and in that moment nothing else matters. You both move your lips, perfectly synchronized, Winwin’s lips still slightly cold from being on the ice for too long. The kiss is blissful and puts you on cloud nine. After a while you pull away, smiling at him, “I love you too you idiot”
sorry if this was shit but I had to retype it and it’s almost 4 am so forgive me
