Harsh Obsession |16+|

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Its never as you even read the newspapers. Its even worse. However, Jungkook knew he had to face the best of worst. After all, he had been betrayed by love. A lier. A cheater who might be in another bed, enjoying the time of his life as he seduced another guy. Jungkook only had thoughts about him, even when he stepped his foot inside the large black gate saying,"National Prison " , and when he stepped out after a fortnight of solitude and grief.

He learned the meaning of grief when he was inside.

A new meaning of life.

Even though being the son of a worldwide goon, his thoughts revolved around what his existence had been and how the prison itself was an open home to the innocent. 

Many stories made him realize how wrong he was. And how right each person behind the bars were right.

The stories he heard. The way they spoke. And he listened intently. About three hundred souls with three hundred stories of their own. A complete new universe. 

And their stories would be hilarious and yet so depressing to everyone.

Some had come in for their siblings who had sold drugs or got into illicit business.Some whohad killed their husbands who were vicious to their children, some who had run off home after killing their parents who raped them, some who had burned the house of their owner in return for hard toils and illegal reduced remunerations, some who had talked back against the law but had recieved penance for another matter they weren't even involved in!!! Some who were hard guilty of mistakes and accepted them. Some who came in place of their mother, husband, brother and few kids who were dragged inside as a whole family for what they had done.Lastly, Very few murderers who had been framed for other rich billionaire's deaths-just like how he was too.

And what surprised him was the majority of poor among all.

Twenty percent of rich out there doing what they wanna, and they blamed on the tightly percent of poor who were innocent and helpless.

The toilets were clogged, the floor dirty and full of poop. There weren't much sunlight , and darkness reigned in every corner but he would manage. There would be children too running around in the open yard which hung at the center with one banyan tree under which old people usually met to narrate stories of once gone good life. The kids used to kick around a broken plastic bottles and enjoy. They would be mercilessly dragged off by their guilty parents who would be annoyed, frustrated and gore enough to hurt them. The building of cells remained in a square structure, painted and flushed with cement everywhere. Cracks designing every interior and every corner, and the confined walla making one feel distressed by whatever mistake that had committed out of a slip of a hand.

'How often I think of..him .....", a sixty year old man with a long white beard covering the best part of his chest and eyebrows , crooked and curved like a traditional dance player, would begin when the man in kaki and a long stick which had created pulp out of Jungkook's back , would arrive immediately to shove them away saying,'gEt inside....Now...Now......Humph!Whose courage do you have to come here and speak with pride. DISGUST!THAT IS WHAT ALL OF YOU ARE"

The policeman would storm and ruin the mind, and few afflicted fellows would end up punching the policeman, and he would return a kick and a punch. He would go flying  and there , a cane would be lifted to meet the policeman's face. Other securities will be summoned and finally, without beating about the bush, everyone would be flogged. However, the eyes of the old man would be glittering with depression as he was the main cause of all this. Jungkook was flogged several times-about twenty times for listening to the man's stories but he never stopped!