#wsrieon

Ignorance is bliss.

Perhaps Chorong subconsciously held onto this phrase for years too strongly, allowing it to simmer in the back of her mind. Eventually, it read with the tone of her mother's condescending voice. It mocked her, and she began to detest the very nature of her own personality. Not that naivety was a particularly simple trait to kick when one is pegged as relatively simple themselves. She desperately clawed at every attempt to strip herself of these metaphorical social weights. Though, she would find herself burned many times in the process. ( She craved for her new phrase to be, "it is better to conquer yourself than a thousand battles" ㅡ even if she thought it difficult to live up to. )

When Chorong found herself in the possession of a new phone number, she was nothing short of ecstatic. A fellow person from Jeju and potential friend if she managed to get her act together.

Her initial text message was riddled with her own indecipherable dialect mixed from her childhood in Jeju and her habit of using other slang words and abbreviations mixed in. Surely, the tone could be well enough deciphered with her obnoxious sprinkling of emojis and stickers. It did not take too long for Chorong to realize she had been spamming an entirely different person. Her fingers clutching the phone twitched, itching to throw the device to cure the embarrassment.

There was no way of knowing how the person looked on the other side ㅡ if she started down at each message with a smirk laced in duper's delight. Chorong decided to take the plunge regardless, putting forth the bold ( in her opinion ) move to ask the questions first.

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