Daily Life (1)
The weather had warmed up quite a bit on March 29, but it was still a bit chilly.
Room 805 in the dormitory building of the Ministry of Gender Equality and Family in Sejong City.
A 7-pyeong room that combined a small kitchen, living room, and bedroom, plus a bathroom.
Overall, it had a white tone interior and modern furniture.
This was the room I used.
I liked it because there was no weird flower pattern or anything like that.
The facility had been hastily remodeled from a private office building that had been in use, so the structure was different from a regular office building.
Except for the clothes and belongings I personally brought, and a few provided clothes, all 512 men lived in similar rooms.
There had been a time when I was happy that I could finally live independently for the first time, but now it was faded.
As always, I filled the coffee pot in the corner of the room with water, took out a mug.
I picked up a mix coffee, poured it into the cup, turned on the coffee pot that was making noise and boiling, poured hot water, and took a sip.
Ah, I want to eat chicken.
I don't remember when the last time I ordered chicken delivery was.
Since it's a dormitory for an institution under special management among national administrative departments, meals come out well, but the stimulating foods I could eat before the great upheaval don't come out anymore.
Instead, only nutritionally balanced diets come out.
I want to eat pizza too...
If I apply, will they make it?
I don't think they'll make it.
Let's exercise.
Pack the bag with workout shoes and water bottle, and head out of the room.
To prepare for the upcoming two weeks of duty sex life, I need to somehow build my body and get healthy.
"Hey. You're here? Today is lower body day, right?"
The guy talking to me now is Yoo Hyeongcheol.
My health partner and the guy I can call a friend among the 500 men in this building.
Coincidentally the same age, but gold spoon.
So from childhood, he wandered around Daechi-dong, Cheongdam-dong, Japan, America, etc., so he didn't have much similar experiences, but he's a good guy.
In conclusion, anyway, he's a bastard.
"Yeah."
In the elevator, standing at the usual spots on both sides, we went down to the gym in the basement of the building.
Due to safety reasons, with outings restricted, the gym is almost the only place we can go, and among the men in dire straits, the only place they can vent their frustration, so even though the facility is huge, people fill up the time slots.
But are they all smiling?
No, that's not the case.
You can see worry on their faces about the future to come.
Me too.
So I have to exercise to improve my stamina.
Let's exercise, lower body exercise.
"Hey, did any of you touch women?"
"Um... I didn't do it myself, but I deny it, but from the circumstances, there was someone who touched."
"One..."
"Finally came out."
"Hey, didn't you say not to touch them just because they get touched?"
"You also got rumors that you touched women?"
"Ah.. Who saw that?"
"Don't do it in the hallway, just because it's visible, go somewhere and do it."
"Hey, I only kissed. I didn't have sex."
"Yeah. That guy said the same."
"I also said I just touched a little and was stimulated."
"Up to what point?"
"I said I just touched a little, but I don't know. Did you stop there?"
"Anyway, make sure to say it clearly. From now on, when the situation is settled, don't have sex. Absolutely."
This much, it can be said to be just a love affair between men and women, and we can overlook it.
In the upcoming national debate, it will be about the lewd hands of men who are crazy about lust, they say.
The male family ministry dormitory is said to be the only sex village left in Korea.
They hide it saying they only do it among civil servants, such nonsense must never come out.
"Yeah yeah. Hey, but you said not to touch, why did you touch first?"
"Why are you asking that, crazy bastard."
"Ah why. Curious. Was it pretty?"
"Yeah."
Ignoring Hyeongcheol's nonsense roughly, I walked to warm up.
Today is super set, you bastard.
After filling the 2-hour gym usage time with exercise, drinking a shaker, I went to the rooftop of the officetel.
Normally, the rooftop of an officetel isn't open.
So after the great upheaval, when I started the officetel confinement life, it wasn't open.
But when the guys who had to stay in the room for a week went crazy, they opened it.
The reason they didn't open it then
"Hello, hyung."
Because of the penthouse for the only male minor family in Korea.
They were the only ones feeling this openness, bad people.
"Yeah. Enjoying this openness alone, Minseok-ah."
"Hey, how long are you going to say that?"
"Don't know?"
But don't say it with your mouth.
Crazy bastard.
"It's okay hyung. Hyeongcheol hyung is just joking."
"Yeah.. Good Minseok, endure."
But this guy ate his age backwards.
Why is this.
... No?
Is he joking?
The feeling isn't catching.
Looking at the expression, is it a joke?
"Yeah Minseok-ah. If it's me, just two glasses of ice americano, please."
"Yes! Ice americano two glasses ordered. Will you give your tumbler?"
Yes.
Our good and protected Minseok is working part-time at a small cafe in the empty space of the penthouse garden.
His name is also End Jan.
The cafe is a small cafe created by Hyung who ambiguously started a cafe in the empty space, receiving machines and beans, etc.
Since it's the only cafe in the building, I have to come often.
"Tumbler is not, give it in the shaker cup."
"Crazy bastard."
"Ah, why again?"
This guy is really crazy.
Normally not like this, sometimes he becomes weird.
What did I eat wrong.
"Hey, if you have conscience, rinse with water and give it. Are you human?"
"Ah.. Yes. Sorry Minseok-ah."
Previously, Hyeongcheol who was about to become a black consumer that part-timers hated the most, Minseok comes to stop him.
"No, just give it to the hyungs. I'll rinse it."
Minseok smiling and saying this.
Ah.. What is this guy? Why is he so good.
I can't raise a kid like this.
"Minseok-ah. You can't be kind to the bastard. Follow me, get out you bastard."
"Hey, was I the bastard too?"
"Then I'm the bastard. If it was before the great upheaval, I would have been boxed as a shaker villain in the community. Crazy bastard."
"Eh.... Minseok-ah, sorry again."
"Hey! Are you guys harassing our precious part-timer again?"
"Manager, you're here?"
The guy shouting at us now is Kim Jayeon, the manager of End Jan cafe.
This guy also has a loose screw somewhere,
Even though the world is like this, he's a coffee maniac.
During the war, he carried beans around to smell at least proper coffee aroma somehow.
There are no normal people among the men who survived.
None.
How do these men who are going to be dads do this.
Korea is ruined.
"Yeah. Hey, how are you guys like children younger than 14-year-old Minseok?"
"Hyung, I'm not seeing this guy as the same kind."
"Wherever I look, I'm better.
Except for the money-less ones.
"In my opinion, they're the same kind. Don't quibble."
"The ordered ice americano is ready."
"Yeah. Take this and go over there, you guys."
"Ah hyung! Can the cafe owner do this to customers?"
"It's fine, go over there. Come on, customers."
The cafe is classified as a male welfare facility operated by the male family ministry, so the price is free.
Instead, for the purpose of efficient use by Jayeon, forced use of multi-purpose tumblers was enforced, but this is unavoidable.
Paper cups, plastic cups, straws, etc., were all imported, but in the current situation where only minimal supplies are coming due to war and great upheaval, it's a luxury.
Luxury.
So holding the ice americano in the shaker cup, go to the terrace and lean against it.
"So what did you want to say?"
"Why so urgent. Let's talk about each other's recent news, hobbies, and how Seoul went."
No hobbies talking to guys like that.
"It's fine. Tired. Just say it."
"Yeah yeah. You were like that."
"Ah, what kind of talk is this?"
"Let's talk later. Anyway, the main point, how exactly did the Seoul trip go?
Yeah, guys like us do this.
Drinking a sip of americano while talking.
"I received all the stories from the talk room. Age restrictions, new marriage and divorce systems, surnames, government support and support for men, everything."
"Can't you get one more?"
Suddenly?
"What? What?"
"Verification of women's abilities."
"Ability verification for women who have the right to mandatory sex relations?"
"Yeah."
"Is pregnancy and childbirth ability verification already done? About consanguineous marriage, it's already in the law. What are you talking about?"
"Personality aspect."
"Personality? Can that be measured?"
Even in my thoughts, human personality is immeasurable.
Because people have many variables where thoughts change and situations change moment by moment.
If you see someone consistently kind, you can tell they're in a consistent situation.
So when the situation changes, you can't tell.
People are only kind to the extent they should be.
I felt this more greatly on the battlefield.
Poor, powerless, poor people, when we advance north for civil operations,
They become submissive and kind, but when money or physical strength or rich, they go crazy.
"Still, I think we have to do it. Otherwise, the children born will suffer more than before the great upheaval."
"What are you trying to say."
"You know too. After women give birth to pregnancy and childbirth, the stress relief appears in the form of domestic violence."
Domestic violence.
Yeah, I know.
Well, I know.
Among the many ways to express the many emotions women have after marriage, pregnancy, and childbirth, the extreme part.
Especially, the more someone acts without confidence in their own actions, just acts as things flow,
The more they do extreme actions, the more they are the person who didn't make the best choice they could have.
To shift the blame for not being able to change their current situation to their children.
To express usual complaints, to minimize the risk they will face, they choose someone they can control as a physical and social superior.
For the sense of superiority they can feel in this process, the reason people do domestic violence differs for each person.
What is certain is that domestic violence is absolutely bad for children's emotional development and education.
Domestic violence occurs in the form of not taking responsibility for pregnancy and childbirth as their choice, and the children who experience it will resent being born.
"There will definitely be women who hit their children or look at the bank account with money. So, even if we make selfish choices for our interests, this choice should be one that benefits the whole society, right?"