genre : hurt/comfort drabble !! prodigy!zhanghao x trans!(ftm) reader, zhanghao is a sore winner, you are a graceful loser, he comforts you even though you don’t want him to
summary : zhanghao has always been your rival, in every single way, and of course you both despised each other. but was that hiding how you truly felt about each other?
a/n : i can’t get over rival! highly competitive zhanghao so take this <3 also asks are open! (probably will write slowly) also trying a new writing style so bare with me
you and zhanghao have been rivals for what feels like forever, attending the same college on the same orchestral scholarship, zhanghao played the violin, as did you
after growing up fine together, when you started your transition, zhanghao started to hate you, (or so you thought)
you even questioned him, claiming he was transphobic and he of course wasn’t, but it couldn’t help but feel that way with how he was treating you. once confronted you come to learn, that he was more “real” because he saw you as your true gender, as a boy. it was heartwarming, but confusing to you.
he would pick on you, and tell you how much better at violin he was then you, but if anyone else tried to bother you he would immediately shut it down.
“nobody can pick on you but me.” he would state
zhanghao was big by no means, he was a pretty petite boy, but because of his spunk (and his best friend, hanbin, who was considerably bigger than the other) people didn’t mess with him, especially when it came to you.
you both had picked out beautiful pieces to play, and despite your frequent practice, hao still won.
it was no surprise to either of you, you never won against him.
still, you weren’t a sore loser, approaching him after he received his trophy, handing him a pretty bouquet of flowers and going to congratulate him before he cuts you off.
“maybe one day you’ll win, y/n. but that day is not in my foreseeable future.” he smirks, flashing that annoying shit-eating grin he always did.
you roll your eyes at him, “congratulations, not surprised you can’t be an asshole about it.” you retort, shoving the bouquet into his chest and storming back to the practice room.
he always got on your nerves, and its not like you knew why, its just everything about him would piss you off.
luckily the room was mostly empty as you pack up your violin carefully into its case, tears pricking your eyes and you tried hard not to let them fall, but you were so frustrated that you couldn’t help it.
“stupid egotistical asshole..” you murmur to yourself, wiping your cheeks on the sleeve of your new sweater, one you had just recently finished crocheting for yourself, but nobody congratulated you on that, did they?
it didn’t matter anyway, and you find yourself sighing as you carefully lay your violin in its case, tucking the bow in and closing it up tight
hearing a familiar foot pattern (ok, sure maybe you memorized his footsteps, and his laugh, what made him sad, wha- we are getting off track.)
you quickly wipe any tears so he wouldn’t ridicule you for that either, turning to look up at him. “what do you want?” it came out harsher than expected
zhanghao looked like he was about to say a smart ass remark, but when he notices your glassy gaze he frowns. “are you crying because of me?”
and you couldn’t let him win - “i just have something in my eye.”
it was an obvious lie that neither of you clearly believed, you standing and holding your case closely as he examines you
he takes a step closer, the room now empty except you two, inches apart
the boy examines your face carefully, “i don’t mean to be such an asshole. you really did play beautifully.” he says softly, no teasing hint in his voice
it was hard to believe him, tears pricking your eyes again, nobody came to watch you, no family, nothing, but of course zhanghao had so much support
“don’t pity me.” you murmur, wiping your cheeks and heading to the door, only being stopped by a hand on your wrist
you turn to see hao staring at you with an unreadable look on his face. “i mean it.” he stated, and you tug your wrist from him
the boy frowns softly, gently taking your wrist again and pulling you in closely, your lips inches apart.
“we shouldn’t.” you murmur, eyes barely meeting his before glancing at his pretty lips.
“i know.” he whispers, closing the gap and softly pressing your lips together
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