We’re alike you and I

Two blue hearts locked in our wrong minds

Troye Sivan - WILD ft. Alessia Cara

I can only listen to the stories that people say...

The matter of what kind of person she is

“Did you guys know the news that third-year Jaebum hyung asked Dahyun hyung to be his girlfriend?”

“Wait—when?”

“It was yesterday. Someone saw the two of them talking on the walkway between the three buildings three evenings.”

“Just talking, how do you know that Jaebeom hyung wants to be his girlfriend?”

“It will go…”

It will be difficult to guess what?

Son Chaeyoung let out a smile as she mentally guessed every syllable of what her best friend was going to say next. She tapped her pencil on the desk rhythmically and waited for the bell to start class to sound so that the group could... These chatty girls would have disappeared from around her table. Drawing with the voices of four or five girls ringing in her ears seemed impossible for someone as easily distracted as she was, which was partly her fault. Young will take it upon himself to take the blame for making the wrong decision to choose first place at the table in the center of a group of close friends like this.

“But Dahyun hyung seems to be closer to Yugyeom hyung who is also a second year. I don't think he likes older people?”

Another friend's comment interrupted and now Chaeyoung was the only one who hadn't said a single word. True, she was normally a quiet person, but this wasn't the case when she knew the details. Chaeyoung is always ready to express her detailed opinions on matters she truly knows about.

But with the matter of senior Kim Dahyun...a second-year high school senior who lives across the street from hers and holds the positions of student council member. He is the master of ceremonies at almost every school event. Chaeyoung is a senior that male students like and that all female students regard as their idols, including her groupmates. Chaeyoung doesn't know how to express her opinion on this matter.

She was just sure that Dahyun wasn't dating Jaebum or Yugyeom. She wasn't dating someone older. or people of the same age

Not at all.

Well, last night when she secretly climbed into her room through the window, she still told herself that she loved only her...

“Chaeyoung”

“Huh?”

“Chaeyoung, please pay attention to me.”

“Wait a minute, we're about to solve the problem.”

Chaeyoung laughed while not taking her eyes off the paper full of numbers in front of the villain who had previously sneaked into her room through the window with his advanced tree-climbing skills staring at her face. On the other side of the Japanese table, he poked her shin with his foot until she raised her head to respond.

"How is it going?"

“I love you.”

When he finished speaking, he smiled causing his already narrowed eyes to narrow even more than before. Chaeyoung called the person in front of him annoying but couldn't bring himself to stop smiling.

“Do you really love me? Someone said that Jaebum hyung came to flirt with you. Aren't you already shaken by other people?"

“Jaebeom hyung is just a senior in the club who has seen each other for a long time, how can he be shaken?”

"You and I have seen each other since we were a few years old, right? Why are you so shaken?"

“How can I be so shaken by you that I can't be shaken by anyone else?” Chaeyoung knew full well that Dahyun was as slippery as an eel, but she gave in to these stubborn jokes over and over. In fact, she was. I gave in to her when she knocked on the window and asked her to open the bedroom window earlier.

“Chaeyoung”

"that?"

“I love you, I love you only.”

“I know, that's enough.”

Even though she said that, she allowed Dahyun to call her to say that she loved her many times, knowing full well that she had no other jokes to play and that it was wasting her life.

But what can I do...she's been accepting of her since I can remember.

“Seniors I know say that Dahyun hyung is very good at studying. Even though she's an activist, her grades never dropped.”

As Dahyun's personal discussion continued, Chaeyoung reluctantly listened to what her friend had to say.

"Yes, I've also heard that Dahyun hyung is very good at English, so it's no wonder why he's so confident when speaking publically on the mic."

Foreign Languages ​​with Kim Is it Dahyun? Chaeyoung could only laugh and laugh at the baseless and untrue rumors that her friend had brought up. She also didn't know if Dahyun could speak public relations in English as eloquently as he said. Not if I didn't have someone like her to tutor me.

“This word is pronounced tu-wi-chen, not tu-wi-chan, brother.”

Chaeyoung tapped the pen on the hand of the person sitting across from the Japanese table once when he heard something strange in the speech she was to give at school tomorrow morning. Dahyun nodded before starting to read again. But because of his cunning, he grabbed the hand he just used and held it tightly. No matter how he pulled it out, he wouldn't let go. Until Chaeyoung's mother knocked on the door to bring some snacks for Dahyun, he slowly let go. Her hand turned and she smiled sweetly at the newcomer.

“Thank you, Mom.”

“No need to bring snacks for Dahyun, what kind of mother is wasting food?” Chaeyoung muttered under her breath before being headbutted once by her mother when Dahyun came to her house normally (not last year). Chaeyoung's mother always took care of her above and beyond. Sometimes she secretly thought that she might want her as another daughter.

“Why do you like to scold him so much?” When she saw Dahyun nodding along with Chaeyoung, she felt like she wanted to hit the person in front of her again.

"Because I'm fierce like this, I don't have a boyfriend yet."

Finishing that sentence, Dahyun immediately stopped all her reactions to Chaeyoung's mother. She turned to meet the younger person's eyes and looked away. Dahyun could only answer in the negative with a wry smile when her mother asked her, Have any young men flirted with you yet? Chaeyoung nudged her with her foot as a signal to stop talking about this matter with her mother.

It's true that her mother probably loves Dahyun as much as her own child, but Chaeyoung doesn't think that she will allow this senior opposite her to change from daughter to son-in-law. Chaeyoung bets that it's like that with Ninety. Nine percent of all the houses in the country where she lives, what does Dahyun know about whether she has a crush or not?... In front of school, we hardly even talk at all.

“Ah-ah, you'd better read on. Tuition, right?” After avoiding her mother's lengthy question for a while, she finally succeeded in cutting it off.

“Tu-wi-chen. If you read it wrong again, I won't help you.”

“Someone said that Dahyun hyung sings beautifully too.”

“Is it true, Chaeyoung?”

After digging up the goodness and beauty of famous seniors and talking non-stop as if Dahyun was an angel in human form, the fire finally started to spread to Chaeyoung's house even though she had done nothing but... Sit down and tap a pencil and let them speak.

“L-Then why do you have to ask me?”

“Didn't you say that your house is near Dahyun hyung's house? You should know him better than us.”

"No, we haven't talked much."

Chaeyoung answered. Honestly, this answer wasn't considered a lie every time she and Dahyun were alone together. If she didn't come out of nowhere and purposely annoy her, the two of them would just read books together in silence. The Dahyun who speaks well can turn into the Dahyun who can't speak for hours because between us there is no need to have any language to communicate much, there is no need to translate meanings and there is no need to learn. No matter how you put it into a sentence, the language used to express every word in your heart has already been conveyed through your body language.

“Uh huh.”

“Shh, take it easy.”

“Brother, take it easy. I said don't—ah!”

Dahyun made a face when the person lying under him slammed her arm into the shoulder. The dim light from the lamp revealed Chaeyoung's red face, who accidentally made a strange noise just moments ago. She bit her lip. On would send an accusing look to the older person.

“I told you not to scratch it.” Dahyun didn't immediately respond. She just raised her hand and touched the nape of Chaeyoung's neck where she had just placed her lips to check.

This was one of the reasons why her parents shouldn't have known that the neighbor came into her bedroom almost every day. If Dahyun just wanted to come and read a book with her, she could. He walked over and rang the doorbell and asked for permission to come stay with her, but on a day like this... Chaeyoung thought that his parents would probably wonder if they were reading too late.

“There aren't any marks. Did you push yourself too hard?” Chaeyoung nodded. Dahyun took her hand from the neck of the person she was straddling and gently stroked the soft hair. She kissed her forehead and then continued speaking.

"Okay, then from now on I'll do it gently, don't make a loud noise."

Instead of answering that sentence, Chaeyoung grabbed the collar of the other person's shirt and leaned down to place his lips on hers. The best thing about Dahyun's mouth wasn't when it was speaking words that made the listener feel excited. Or complied, but when it touched her lips softly like right now, she was willing to sacrifice all the words she wanted to say to the person in front of her if it would bring her kiss back as something. reward

“Do you think Dahyun hyung will be a goofball like us?”

"I think he seems like he's too good a person to gossip about his life being good. Why would he waste his time being jealous of anyone?"

“Is this a person or an angel...that you are talking about?”

Chaeyoung finally had a chance to interject. She couldn't hold back her laughter when she heard the exaggerated compliments about Kim Dahyun, which caused her followers to look at her like she was weird.

“There isn't any, Wei. Someone who never gossips about anyone.” Chaeyoung continued to show what she meant. Her friend nodded in acknowledgment before starting a new topic but still focusing on Dahyun.

She could only listen to what everyone was saying. As for what kind of person she is and what she's good at, Chaeyoung wants to think of herself as the person who knows the most about Dahyun, but she doesn't dare say it directly. In fact, sometimes she still doesn't. It felt like she never knew what kind of person Dahyun really was.

“Have you ever wanted to disappear from where you are now?”

Dahyun asked her that on the day when the two of them decided to come home from school later than the other students. She was laying on Chaeyoung's lap, not caring that the concrete floor on the school building rooftop was so hard it hurt her back. Chaeyoung leaned his back against the railing that led up to this wide open space and stared at the orange sky in front of him.

“Then can I take you with me?” Dahyun smiled and closed her eyes before continuing.

“Yes, the two of you can disappear together.”

“Um, then it might be a good idea to stay.”

“But there are a lot of people here who love you, right? Don't you like that?” Chaeyoung asked.

“They love you. But they don't really know you.”

Dahyun sighed as if thinking about something. Chaeyoung glanced at her closed eyes, hoping that she would soon open them and tell her with his eyes what she was worried about.

“Maybe I want to let everyone know that I love you.”

Chaeyoung's heart stopped for a moment before it resumed beating so hard that she felt pain. Chaeyoung played with the flowing black hair of the person who rested her head on her lap, letting the silence consume the conversation for a while before speaking.

“Everyone doesn't need to know if he's not ready to admit it.”

"Just now, it's enough for me to know that you love me alone."

Dahyun smiled with her eyes still closed. When Chaeyoung looked away from the beautiful face of the older man, she secretly opened her eyes to examine Chaeyoung's familiar face. From the corner of her eye, Chaeyoung knew that she was looking at her. But she didn't take her eyes off the skyline and buildings in front of her. She knew that maybe Dahyun didn't want her to spy on the secrets in her eyes, and she wouldn't do that. She always did. It will always be like that.

She would rather be the one watching the world go by without any prejudice than being watched by the whole world and judged.

Even though both of you are ready to tell everyone that you love each other, if they aren't ready to listen yet. She won't make a sound.

If it doesn't make anyone feel grateful...we will keep this feeling to ourselves.

“So what do you say, Chaeyoung?”

"Huh, what's up?"

“I asked, what kind of person do you think Dahyun hyung is? Didn't you get enough sleep last night?... I saw you sitting quietly all alone."

“Well—I don't know.”

“Dahyun hyung is rather difficult for me to understand.”

Chaeyoung said as she ignored the chattering sounds of her female friends who were still trying to analyze Kim Dahyun's identity and instead looked out the classroom window. The cloudless sky reminded her of the dark eyes of the person who secretly stared at her while she was pretending to sleep. Every time Chaeyoung laid eyes on them, she still couldn't tell what kind of person Dahyun was or what kind of person she was. What is she thinking about, what does she want to tell or not tell her... Chaeyoung will never know if the other person never tells her.

But the only thing Chaeyoung knows is Dahyun is the only one who can set her heart free.

This fic was born under the influence of being lost after finishing the last story and the influence of liking the song. Actually, the song.

Wild

This version is not the first version (which many people may already know). The first version will be Troy singing alone and some of the parts are different. Which I like, but I chose this version because it has Alessia's words in a female voice and it should give the feeling of

LGBT

which is more complete (if you only listen to Troy's voice, you will think of only

Boy love

all the time //which we are definitely alone)

I also like the part that introduces the article.

We’re alike you and I ,two bluehearts locked in our wrong minds

It feels like it gives a feeling. Two people with the same heart, but just living in a body that others may not accept very much, resulting in this extremely happy fic. If there's a chance there's a plot that clicks with Dub Chang, we'll write it again. Actually, I want to make it for the whole couple, but I'm just waiting for ideas. Haha. After reading this, you can tell me if you like it or not.