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Truth Or Lies

Warnings: Just fluffy

Pairing: Jin!BTS x reader

Premise: It was up to him to decide. You knew this wasn't something to push. “Are we telling the truth or are we lying?”, patiently you waited.

Author's notes: Just a super short one I thought up while doing dishes the other day. Heavily unedited.

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Your Team loses for the 3rd time that night.

Everyone starts to say their goodbyes and one by one they hang up; except you and one other person.

“Yah, we are never playing on their team again.” The male voice yells from the other end of the line, making you chuckle.

You had been playing with this person for over 3 months online. You had become quick friends despite the language barrier. He had worked really hard to get better at his English to be able to communicate with you. Originally it was just for gaming online, now it was for all the midday and late hour discord calls. Thankfully you were able to answer his calls almost any time of the day as you were working from home.

You hear him shuffle about and sigh deeply. Then nothing. Silence. He wasn’t known for silence. He would always chat about something unimportant and trivial and you would listen and respond when you deemed necessary. When he was really getting animated over something he would unknowingly slip back into his native tongue, which always brought a smile to your face when he would grumble an apology in English.

“What’s wrong?” You questioned.

“Can I ask you something?” He hesitates.

“Of course.” Was all you said, still wearing your headset while making yourself a tea.

More silence. You began to worry a little.

“We’re friends right?” He hesitates.

“Yesss?” You push.

“What’s your real name?” He blurts out.

Silence. This time on your end. You contemplate answering him. It’s not that you mind telling him, but there's something in his voice that makes you think he wasn’t ready to answer that himself.

“Are we telling the truth or are we lying?” You ask carefully.

“.....Lying” He whispers after some time.

“My name is Serena. What’s yours?” You begin, taping your fingers on your mug, leaning against your counter top. Smirking at your sailor moon monopoly game still sprawled out on your kitchen table from the night before.

“Ha-Joon” He responds. “What do you do for work?”

“Part time at a florist's shop. You?” You sip your tea. Thinking back to past fanfics you have come across.

“Uh, I’m not right now.” His questions keep coming after that.

“Do you have siblings?” “No”

“Favourite colour?” “Green”

“How old?” “184” *smirk*

“Pets?” “No”

“Favourite music?” “Country”

“Single” “Depends who’s asking”

Eventually after what feels like a million questions keep shooting back and forth. However, you know all your answers are lies; Just like his.

It’s been almost a year since that day. You both still talk every chance you get. Neither of you brought up that night again.

At this point in your life, he was the person closest to you. Your friendship continued to deepen into something more.

Late one night, something changed. He started acting weird, avoiding questions, all while you kept hearing snickering from the other line. Eventually you had enough.

“Ha-Joon” You began “What’s going on with you lately?”

“I - Uh - I’m - You - “ He stuttered, you patiently wait for him to finish.

He took a deep breath and prepared himself.

“What’s your real name?” annunciating every word carefully.

You had thought about this moment since that day. If it would ever come, if he would ever be ready to actually tell you the truth.

A truth you already knew, but wanted him to tell you when he was ready. You knew since the first voice call. You would know that voice from anywhere. You’d listened to it everyday in more ways than one.

“Truth or Lies?” Maybe now he was ready.

“Truth”

“Y/N” Tension building. “Yours?”

“Jin.” there's a crash, you smile. Him once again falling back into his native tongue. “Ahhhhh, why is this hard? What if she doesn't want to be friends anymore. What if she gets scared? You’re being a fool Seokjin, you’re just making a friend. You are world wide handsome”

You couldn't hold it in any longer. You start to laugh; you start to laugh so hard you start crying, clutching your chest in an attempt to catch your breath.

“Why are you laughing?” He asks in Korean, forgetting to ask in English.

“You gave yourself a pep talk.” You can barely get out in Korean. “You - you - called yourself worldwide handsome.”

“YOU CAN SPEAK KOREAN.” He bellows over the voice call, making you laugh harder. “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU COULD SPEAK KOREAN??”

Eventually you regain composure.

“You said to lie” stating simply, wiping tears from your eyes. You fall back onto your bed, wrapping yourself in your fluffy duvet.

“Right….. Soooo?” He trails off.

“My name is Y/N, I’m 33. I work as a financial advisor, and I work from home.” You try recalling all past questions. “I live alone with my 2 cats. I have an older sister. My favourite colour is black. I am single. And my favorite music is Kpop.”

“Do you know BTS?” Was his only response.

“Do you know ARMY?” You reply in retaliation.

“YAH, you know who I am!” He yells again.

“I always knew.” You smirk. “I knew since the first game.”

“Y/N…..” You hear him smile “Thank you.