By Hyoungshim Choi
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The alarm clock went off. “A new day has dawned, rise and shine everyone……” I pressed the switch. I needed to change the wake-up call on that damn alarm.
—Did he really do that as a joke? No matter how much I think about it, our senses of humor just don’t match. It’s good that we broke up.
I muttered about this to myself as I got up and brewed some coffee. With half-closed eyes I cursorily washed the mug that was sitting by the sink. Apart from the fact that the inside had yellowed from frequent use, it was an ordinary cup. I poured the coffee into the cup. It was the same coffee that I always drink, but today it tasted incredibly bitter for some reason.
—This is disgustingly bitter. Is it so that even the coffee is bitter just because I broke up with him?
I grumbled to myself as I gulped it down.
—Ah, stop bitching and just drink it. It tastes the same as usual.
Just as the coffee was about to go down my throat, I heard this from somewhere.
—What the hell?!
I was so startled that I jumped out of my skin. No matter how many times I looked around, I was the only one in that broom closet of an apartment. I looked inside the washing machine, checked that the front door was locked, and even rummaged through the built-in closet. But there was not a single trace of anyone anywhere.
—Have I been alone so long that I’m hearing things?
It made sense, though, come to think of it. I had been stuck at home for four months now due to Covid, after all. When I first heard that I had to work from home, I cheered, just like anyone else would have. I wouldn’t have to listen to assistant manager Kim’s cheesy, cringe-inducing jokes, nor hear the shrill voice of my team leader, who was extremely irritable from all the sleepless nights taking care of a newborn baby.
However, I was disillusioned pretty quickly. Video conferences on Zoom and the like that were so boring they made my butt cramp, and the KakaoTalk (1) notifications coming through all the time under the pretext of attendance management, weren’t actually a big deal. Living alone in this cramped studio apartment for months on end without ever leaving is practically like solitary confinement. It got to the point where I even started missing the people I hated seeing! I decided to go to a cafe to get some work done for a change of scene, but the number of confirmed COVID-19 cases began exceeding 1,000 on a daily basis. Eventually, the cafe I was visiting closed down. As the number of confirmed cases surged, I started shopping online, too. As a result, I came to rely on online platforms for most of my daily requirements.
Eventually, it got to the point where I was breaking up with my boyfriend through KakaoTalk. As soon as I saw the message that began, “If it weren’t for COVID, I’d like to meet and talk……”, I sensed that we were breaking up. I sent a reply saying, “Okay. Let’s stop seeing each other.” A long message followed, in which he rambled on about how we weren’t meant to be, told me to find someone better, and so on. I didn’t reply and coldly blocked him. Thanks to working from home, or to being confined at home, we ended things neatly and cleanly, so I should have been relieved, but I didn’t feel good at all.
I felt utterly terrible.
After finishing my coffee, I was at the sink, stirring my finger inside the cup to rinse it, when I felt something bulging out. Wondering if a grain of rice or something might have somehow gotten stuck, I looked inside the mug. However, there was something reddish rising on the white porcelain.
—What the …?
I scratched the inside of the cup with my fingernail.
—Ouch, I’m going to get hurt. Try to be careful.
Right then, the voice I’d heard earlier came from out of the cup. I was so startled that I dropped it on the floor.
—Hey, have you lost your mind? You almost broke me. No wonder you got dumped by a man.
I was completely dumbfounded.
—You’re only just a cup……. Who taught you such bad manners?
—Who else but you? Who’s the one who’s been talking all kinds of nonsense right in front of me every day? If I had ears, they’d have already rotted away by now.
Come to think of it, as working from home had gone on, it’s true that I had spent the days mumbling to myself the whole day with this cup in front of me. This symptom worsened especially after breaking up with my boyfriend. In the days following the breakup, I grumbled about him nonstop, pouring out curses at my cup. No wonder, since there were no cafes open even if I wanted to meet people, and since I didn’t have a friend to vent to at a time such as this……. All day long, the only things I faced were my computer and my mug. If my computer was what spoke to me, then my mug existed for me to speak to. While drinking water, while drinking coffee, I was in the habit of talking to the mug as I muttered to myself.
—You should have just left me alone. How much pent-up frustration must I have had to have grown a tongue?
the cup said, sighing. Hearing this, I felt sorry. Without a word, I took out a soft tea towel and carefully cleaned the cup before putting it back in the cupboard.
After that, I occasionally thought about the mug, but I never opened the cupboard. This was because I didn’t want to exchange a single word with that irritable, insolent, manners-nowhere-to-be-found jerk. Moreover, a cup with a tongue sticking out of it creeped me out so much that it just didn’t feel right to put anything in it to drink. Of course, I did think about throwing that strange thing away. But considering its personality, it was clear that if I threw it away it would blabber all sorts of things about me to anyone, so I decided to just put up with it. So I swapped my cup for a tumbler and strove to break my habit of talking to myself. I felt like I was going crazy keeping my mouth shut while just staring at the computer screen all day. But what could I do? I had to just suffer.
—Give me some water.
It was about 2 in the morning when I heard that voice. I had finally fallen asleep after tossing and turning since 10pm, having developed insomnia due to a lack of outdoor activity. I covered my ears with the pillow and pretended I hadn’t heard.
—Hey, I said I’m thirsty. Can‘t you hear me?
That jerk goaded me again. It piqued my irritation.
—Let me just sleep.
I sprang up, opened the cupboard, and shoved a tea towel in the cup.
—What are you doing? I said I’m thirsty, thirsty! Take this thing out of me right now.
—Don’t be ridiculous. You think you’re human just because I talk to you. You’re so loud it’s driving me crazy.
I went back to bed and tried to sleep. As soon as I did, the jerk quietened down. I’d just dozed off when his sudden screaming jolted me awake. My heart was pounding.
—What’s going on?
—I can’t breathe! Get this damn tea towel out of me.
—Ah, seriously, you’re so loud. You’re making a fuss over nothing. Do you know what time it is right now? Just be quiet.
—Be quiet? Won’t you come over quickly and get this out of me?
—I don’t care.
I spat this out, rummaged through a drawer, pulled out a pair of earplugs and put them in, then victoriously went back to bed. But then he screamed breathlessly, at a high pitch of about two and a half octaves above normal, like a dying soprano singing a climax.
I could hear him screaming through the earplugs.
—This is suffocating me! I said I’m thirsty!
Since the jerk wouldn’t stop screaming and raising hell, in the end I got up again and irritatedly opened the cupboard.
—This damn cup, I’ll just……
I picked it up and hurled it against the wall. The cup shattered with a crash.
—Ow, I’m dying! I’m dying!
he screamed in what seemed to be one last desperate struggle, before suddenly falling silent. At that very moment, the doorbell rang.
—Police! We’ve had reports of a domestic disturbance.
The police, in the middle of the night! This is all because of that jerk! As annoying as it was, the problem at hand now was coming up with an excuse.
—But what in the name of God should I say?
I asked myself, into the wall.
—What do you mean, what should you say? Just tell the truth.
Out of the blue, the wall replied. I looked to face it in shock. This time, exactly where the cup had hit, a really huge tongue had sprouted.
—Ah, seriously! Who would believe that!
I felt like I was going to lose my mind with anger and frustration. But I resolved to control myself and open the door.
—What seems to be the problem?
Two officers wearing black masks were standing in front of the door. I hesitated, not knowing how I should begin. Since they had eyes, I figured that if I just showed them that thing then they would understand the ridiculousness of the situation.
—Do you see that over there? The big tongue. It was originally in that cup down there.
I pointed to the shattered cup on the floor, and the large tongue that had hung limply from the wall since the police showed up.
—A tongue? What do you mean, a tongue?
one of the police officers asked, looking back and forth between me and the wall.
—You don’t see that tongue there? That tongue….
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