Gullible

“I scored perfectly in mathematics!” He’ll believe it.

“Wow! You’re too good!” He did, but the truth is that my score didn’t even reach half.

…

“I saw IU on the street, she’s filming something!” He went there and found nothing.

“You said, IU’s there, but I saw nothing! Not even a car or filming set.”

“Yeah? I heard that it was just a quick shot; it might be just a filler scene.” I lied, but guess what? He’ll believe it.

“Really? I should’ve gone there this morning. That sucks.” He did believe it.

He’s my friend, Kim Jimin. He’s basically gullible.

“Hey, Seojun.” He called me. My name is Seojun.

It’s vacant time, and everyone was minding their own business. Some students were sleeping. Some are outside, chattering in the hallway with their friends from other classes. Then here’s Jimin, I bet he had something extraordinary to tell me. Everything was extraordinary for him, even though some of it sounds odd; trust me, he doesn't lie.

“What?” I responded. I am playing with my phone, showing no interest in whatever he has to say.

“Do you want to know why I’m late this morning?” He sat at my table.

“Yeah? Sure. What’s up?” I did not even look at him.

“I watched our neighbor fight! The guy cheated on her wife. But, the wife had a bigger bomb than that!” He excitedly told me a story about people whom I did not even know.

“Yeah? What’s that?” I’m more focused on my character, who just leveled up.

“That guy had a kid with another woman! Then she kicked him out of their apartment, together with his belongings! It’s like a drama.” He sounds so thrilled with it.

“Wow, that’s big.” My character is getting ganged up by the enemies.

DEFEAT

“Aish!” I lost.

“Hey, are you even listening?” He asked me, tapping my head for attention.

“Knock it out.” I slapped his hand. “Then if it’s too interesting for you, why did you come to school?” I asked. Jimin usually skipped classes or even school when something caught his attention. 

“I was about to skip today, but my sister smacked me.” He scratched the back of his head. I guess it’s hell of a smack.

“It’s my first time hearing your sister at your home,” I said. He normally says that her sister was far away and sometimes even overseas.

“Yeah, she’s home, I’m surprised as well.” He said, then looked at me with a mocking face.

“What? What’s with that face?” It’s annoying, but thanks to his handsome face, he’s not punchable. We both laughed after it; we’re friends after all.

“You don’t have any interesting stories? If that’s the case, I beat you this time.” He looked so proud.

“Since when was this a competition?” I don’t remember anything about this, but we often exchange absurd stories just to see who has the better one. I always win, but I always lie. He always loses, but he always tells the truth. Because of that, conscience knocks the shit out of me, and that makes me realize I had a good friend.

“Just admit it, I won this time.” I was about to let it go this time, but the fact that he’s smiling like a thug irritates me.

“Then sorry about it, I saw my neighbor dancing like crazy.” I lied again, there’s no such thing.

“What’s interesting about it? My sister does that every time.” He looks uninterested in my story this time. What a turn of events.

“Really? U-uhh… she’s dancing, naked.” I’ll just say anything bullshit.

“Oh? Really? That’s actually crazy!” He had this surprised expression.  I can sense my victory based on her response. “But, I have a counter story for that.” He added while nodding repeatedly as if he had already won.

“W-what?” I’m curious what’s better than a dancing naked neighbor.

“Actually…” He leaned in and lowered his voice. “I caught my sister masturbating.” Then he straightened up while wearing that winning grin.

“Bullshit.” I laughed. There’s no way it’s real.

“What? It’s real!” He grabbed my shoulders and started shaking me.

“Oh yeah? Do you think I’ll believe that?” I kept laughing while he shook me.

“Do you think I’d lie to you?” He said.

That question stopped me from laughing. Come to think of it, I’ve never seen him lie. Not even in games, in chat, and in truth or dare. So I start to wonder, is it really true?

“Okay, okay. I got it.” I admit defeat, but how come he caught her sister masturbating?

“Yeah? So here’s the story. I just got done in my shower and got out of the bathroom when I heard a faint, weird crying sound. It sounds like someone got their toe bumped.” He started telling me the story, but I laughed at the toe-bumped part.

“Hey, listen to me first!”

“Okay, okay.”

“I slowly walked, and that sound got clearer, until I was in my sister’s room. The door is ajar, so I take a peek…” He continued.

“Then, you saw her masturbating?” I said, completing his story.

“Exactly. Even though she still had her pants on, I can tell she’s doing it.” He nodded.

“Is your sister dumb? Why would she let her door open like that if she’s doing something private?”

“Well, she thought I was gone, so when I appeared in the living room while she was eating breakfast, she screamed as if she saw a ghost.” He said. His explanation sounds real, and there’s no trace of lying in it, even in his expression.