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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

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Shapes // Winwin x Reader // Ch. 2

I don’t think y’all understand I am FUMING rn, I was typing this (for like an hour and a half) and it was long as hell so I opened a new tab and pasted the other half so I could upload it as chapter 3, and right as I was ready to post this chapter and the next, Chrome fucking crashed on me, and I only had chapter 2 copied. it’s 2 am and I wanted to finish the series today >:((( Anyways this chapter is short as hell but chapter 3 is hella long so now I have to stay up retyping it but I’m kind so I’ll do it.

figure skater!winwin, ballerina!reader ; haters to lovers au ; fluff, slight angst, smut (on chapter 4) // wc: 565

Chapter 1 | Chapter 3

Chapter 2

A few minutes pass and Winwin walks out of the changing room. You’d be lying if you said he didn’t look good. The turtleneck clinging to every part of his toned chest, and the tight leggings highlighting his leg muscles built from years of intense training.

You quickly realize you're staring and snap out of it. “Okay uh you need to warm up first so just do 50 jumping jacks then we’ll move on to stretching” You tell the man standing in front of you. “Are you just going to boss me around?” Winwin asks, still monotone. You have no idea why he was being so uptight about things, but the last thing you wanted to do was disrespect a national athlete.

“Sorry if it seems that way, but I am technically coaching you, and I’m doing it the way I’d do with any other student” You say, trying your best to stay chill about everything. “Yeah well just so you know, I’m not very excited to be spending the time I could be using to work on my routine, taking instructions from some little girl who prances around a stage in tutus” You were shocked. Do people know what kind of attitude this guy has? Isn’t he supposed to be “willing to always improve” like everyone on the internet praised him for? You weren’t even mad about him insulting you, it was his plain disrespect towards ballet that really got you fuming.

“Excuse me? I’m here to help you, not listen to you whine. I don’t know where all this is coming from. Just do the jumping jacks so we can get this over with” You tell him with a stern tone, except you knew you weren’t going to just let it slide. You were going to make him suffer, and have him understand just how much pain and effort goes into your art form.

You stand tall in the front of the room, a triumphant smile on your face, as you look at a practically wheezing Winwin, using whatever energy he had left in an attempt to massage his legs, except the more he relieved himself of the pain in his legs, the more it spread to the other parts of his body.

“I know a really good massage lady, she could help you with that” You state smugly. “Do you think this is funny? How am I supposed to practice my routine when I can barely move my limbs?” Winwin sneered at you. You were slightly scared, but knew how to stand your ground. “Are you really in that much pain? I thought it would be easy for you to do, you know, since ballet is simply “prancing around a stage in tutus.”” Winwin drags himself up and takes his things while glaring at you, quickly heading out the door simultaneously trying to mask his trembling legs “Goodbye Miss Y/L/N.”

You kept coaching Winwin for weeks, and you couldn’t ignore the slow feelings you were developing for him. Not missing the way your heart skipped a beat every time you needed to get close to help him with something, the way you got excited before your next training session, feeling on cloud 9 when you were even in the same room as him, or the way you got upset when he’d be rude to you, almost heartbroken...

Maybe you were in love.

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if you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.

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Shapes // Winwin x Reader

aaahhh I’m starting a new series! I saw someone on here mention something about figure skater!winwin and the most random idea just popped into my head so here it is!

figure skater!winwin, ballerina!reader ; haters to lovers au ; slight angst, fluffy ending, might include smut??? Not sure yet we’ll see // wc: 1,227

Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Chapter 1

14 years. 14 years you’ve devoted to dance, 14 years you’ve made multiple sacrifices for dance, yet you wouldn’t trade those 14 years for anything else in the world. Dance was your life, and the one thing you found absolute joy in, it was your lifeboat.

You were the best at your dance academy in Beijing. The younger students looked up to you, the teachers adored you, and your age mates despised you, envied you. You started dancing at the age of 6. Later than most great dancers, but dancing was in your blood and you improved with impeccable speed, reaching heights in ballet most could only dream of. You were known and admired, but you never thought anything of it, simply focusing on your craft. Your parents were always fully supportive of your desire to attend a ballet academy, seeing as your father was the one who pushed you to do ballet in the first place, after noticing your admiration for the dancers you’d see on TV.

Your 20th birthday was not long ago, most dancers your age were already in ballet companies, seeing as ballet is not friendly towards age. With the prestige of your dance academy attached to their names, they were all in the top companies, however, you had decided a long time ago, that you would not pursue ballet as a career, knowing it would suck the joy out of it. Plus you much preferred stability, and ballet as a career was the opposite of that. So you chose to stick to dancing at the academy, guest starring in shows from time to time and coaching the younger students, earning some money on the side to make your college life easier.

Design. You were studying design at a university you somehow managed to get into. You always admired the pretty costumes and intricate sets for the shows you participated in and watched, and your love for the extravagant made you interestingly creative, so you figured design was a good fit for you, and so far you had been enjoying it. Sitting in the intricately designed indoor garden of your university, sketching the most random designs or trying to work your way through a nonsense essay was calming. It took your mind away from things, which was something that you never really got to experience, your days previously being filled with calculating your every move, perfecting your every step and turn.

Not long after your pencil hits your sketchpad, you feel a vibration coming from your bag. It was your head mentor at the academy - Mrs. Ivanovna. She was a strict woman, a renowned ballerina who moved to Beijing after marrying one of the directors for a top ballet company, switching her career to teaching, but over your years of learning under her, she had become almost a second mother to you.

“Hello Mrs. Ivanovna” you ask, “Hello dear, if you’re not busy, please meet me at the reception of the academy, I have something I need you for” her mature but sweet voice beamed back “Sure I’ll be over soon.”

You packed your stuff and made your way to the academy. The academy itself was glamorous. The marble walls and floors, the chandeliers and gold design, and the click of your heels echoed through the large space. You quite liked heels, seeing as they made your legs look pretty and your feet had grown accustomed to pain after your years of vigorous training, but you didn’t wear them all the time as you didn’t want to cause any more damage to your poor feet.

You spotted Mrs. Ivanovna standing in front of the grand staircase, not missing the tall, slender yet strong looking man standing next to her, a bag in hand. You approach them and Mrs. Ivanovna greets you. “Hello dear, you look pleasant today” She gives you a loving smile. Your style was simple and comfortable, yet elegant and classy, taking heavy influence from the rich and powerful women you were surrounded by while at the academy, and the many you met after shows as a young child, their sleek hair, peplum shirts and pointy heels never being missed by your big doe eyes, another reason Mrs. Ivanovna loved you. To her you were the walking “poster boy” for ballet, everything a ballerina should be, and although you didn’t mind, it left you feeling pressured sometimes.

“This is Dong Si Cheng, I’m sure you’ve heard of him” your gaze shifts to look at the man standing next to your mentor, finally recognizing him. Dong Si Cheng. Olympic silver medalist. Figure skater. You remember his name being plastered all over the Beijing news sites after he won silver four years ago, making him the youngest Chinese figure skater to win a silver medal at the Olympics. He quickly became the pride and joy of China, many interested in watching him grow as an athlete, and not only for that, but for his ethereal almost other-worldly visuals. You couldn’t deny, he looked unreal.

“It’s nice to meet you Si Cheng” You smiled at him, putting your hand forward for a hand shake. He however was not as smiley. Giving you a curt “Nice to meet you too” and a half assed handshake, his hand cold against yours.

“As you probably might have figured, Si Cheng will be competing in the Olympics this year, and his coach asked us to help him with his routine” Mrs. Ivanovna explained. You were confused “Help him? How are we supposed to help him? I for one, don’t know a thing about figure skating” you looked at Mrs. Ivanovna, visibly confused. “Well dear, figure skating takes a lot of elements from ballet, and figure skating isn’t just sport, it has artistic, dance elements to it as well, so many figure skaters receive ballet training, which is why lovely Si Cheng is here” She politely looks over at the younger man, but he was focused on you. You stared at him, noting the judging look in his eyes. Like he was scanning you, trying to understand what kind of person you were. “Okay, I understand, but where do I come into play?” you ask, “Well, all the teachers are far too busy and since Si Cheng requires specific training for improving his routine, I can’t put him in a class. Since you’re our best, I’d rather you do it”

You nod your head, not thinking anything of it. Just another student you thought. “Okay, that sounds fair” You smile at Mrs. Ivanovna, “Great!” She beams. “You two head upstairs, the 3rd practice room is free”

You head upstairs with Si Cheng following close behind. The 3rd practice room is the smallest, located in the corner of the academy building, but it was your favorite. The large crystal clear windows looking over the inner courtyard, the sun shining into the room illuminating the shiny wooden floors.

“So Si Cheng, you might want to get changed” You tell the older man “Please, call me Winwin. I hate when people call me Si Cheng, it makes them sound like my father” He firmly stated with the most monotone voice you’ve ever heard. “Okay.. Winwin, you can get changed in the room over there” He curtly nods and heads to the changing room.

This is going to be hell isn’t it?

Chapter 2 coming if this doesn’t flop!

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dealing with the worst case scenario

your condom breaks

you feel a lump on your breast

your friends are ignoring you

you’re stranded on an island

you got rejected by a crush

you get into a car accident

you got stung by a bee/wasp

you got fired from your job

you’re in an earthquake

your tattoo gets infected

your house is on fire

you’re lost in the woods

you get arrested abroad

you get robbed

your partner cheated on you

you’re on a ship that’s sinking

you fall into ice

you’re stuck in an elevator

you hit a deer with your car

you have food poisoning

your pet passed away

you fall off of a horse

you or your friend has alcohol poisoning

you have toxic shock syndrome

your house has a gas leak

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first kiss // Jisung.

LOTS OF FLUFF!! angst? it’s not even angst but for safe measure

best friend!Jisung, idol!Jisung, quick Johnny cameo

You and Jisung have been friends for a while, when Jisung asks you to be his first kiss (FYI in this you’re younger than him, but not by a lot, just for the cutesy “teenage love” effect ig) | wc: 795

Jisung had been acting different lately. You couldn’t exactly put your finger on it, but he wasn’t as lively around you anymore, and seemed more reserved, which you tried to tell yourself wasn’t a problem, maybe he was simply maturing and abandoning his child antics, but at the same time, it was so out of the blue, you couldn’t help but worry.

“Hey Taeyong”, you greeted the leader, sitting next to him on the floor of the groups practice room. Taeyong was much older than you, but with him being in the same group as Jisung, and him having a fairly child-like free spirit, you got along with him well. “Hey Y/N, everything okay?” he noticed the worried look on your face, “it’s just, Jisung has been acting different lately, I don’t know if you’ve noticed... It’s worrying me a bit.. I don’t even know if I should be worried but it’s so abrupt. Have you noticed anything?” Taeyong pauses, looking away from you, thinking. “No.. I don’t think he’s been different and even if he was it definitely isn’t noticeable enough to cause any concern” weird...

You left the practice room shortly after that, deciding to just talk to Jisung about it, instead of wasting your time worrying, when it was probably nothing. You texted Jisung, asking him if he was home, him sending you a quick “yes” in reply, so you quickly made your way to the dorms.

Walking inside, and making your way to the door of Jisungs room, you knock lightly on the door. “Come in” you hear. Slowly opening the door, you see Jisung sprawled out on his bed, playing a game on his phone “Oh... hey Y/N” he looks at you quickly, acknowledging your presence, but quickly shifting his gaze back to his phone. “Hey Ji... Can I talk to you about something?” you ask, “Sure. What is it?” he puts his phone aside and sits up, you sit on Jaemin’s bed which is opposite his, facing Jisung “It’s just, you’ve been acting different towards me lately and i don’t know if I did something wrong... I talked to the other members because i was worried something was up, but none of them noticed anything different about you... We’ve been friends for a year Ji... And this is the first time you’re like this... Is everything okay?”

Jisung turns pink and wide eyed, shaking his head “W-what? No nothing’s wrong it’s just...” he pauses “What is it Ji?” you ask “I wanted to ask you something but I don’t really know how and it’s kind of weird and I’m just all over the place about it and I just..” he sighs, his words coming out almost a mush “Hey it’s okay... What is it Ji? you know I’m your friend, you can ask me anything” you assure him. “Would you... Would you be my first kiss? I know it’s out of the blue, but the truth is I’ve liked you for a while, and I’d rather have my first kiss with someone whom I trust and have feelings for, and with my career and everything it’s kind of hard, and I just really like you..” You widen your eyes in shock, Jisung looking panicked. Truth is, you've had a crush on Jisung for a while now, but due to the fact that you two were best friends you were too afraid of saying anything, because you didn’t want to ruin the friendship, so hearing Jisung’s confession made your heart do somersaults.

Still overcoming the shock you start to smile, Jisung looking relieved and starting to smile his adorable heart shaped smile as well “Sure Ji... I like you too and I’m just really happy right now” you beamed.

The two of you weren’t exactly sure how to go about it, so you went with whatever felt natural. You move to sit next to Jisung, both your cheeks a bright shade of pink, Jisung cups your face in his hands and brings his lips to yours. You both had no idea if you were doing anything right, but that didn’t matter because you were extremely happy and didn’t care about anything else. You break the kiss and hug Jisung warmly, only to hear a loud “EEEEEK” from the doorway, you both quickly turn to look at who it was, only to find Johnny by the door, phone in hand, smiling wide “Oh my god my babies are all grown up now!!!! Wait until everyone else sees this” Jisung quickly jumps up “DID YOU RECORD US?! JOHNNY SEO I’M GOING TO GET YOU!” Jisung yells while smiling, johnny starts running away laughing loudly. Jisung shoots you a quick smile, and runs after Johnny.

You laugh to yourself: Jisung was your first kiss.

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