𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛 / 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑔

S2 ch 38

Prison Season 2:
Chapter 38 >

The cold air of the Russian winter seeped through the cracks of their small but comfortable house on the outskirts of Moscow. Han Jisung pulled his coat tighter around his body as he stood by the window, watching the snow blanket the streets outside. It had been three years since he and Minho had left South Korea, forced to flee after everything fell apart. Minho was forced to quit his job and charged for being in love with a criminal and helping jisung escape the prison.

Minho entered the room, his expression hardened with thought. He was always like this now—serious, cautious. The days of his easy smiles and teasing remarks were rare. “Is he back yet?” Minho asked, glancing at the door.

Jisung shook his head. “Not yet. School should have ended an hour ago.”

A silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken worries. Their son, Jiwon, was now fifteen. It had been two years since they had taken him in, a boy who had lost everything before finding a family with them. He had adjusted well—perhaps too well. He had made friends at school and became comfortable with their life here. But he didn’t understand the danger that always lingered, the threat that could rip their fragile existence apart if they weren’t careful.

Just as Minho was about to grab his coat, the front door creaked open. A gust of icy wind blew into the room as Jiwon stepped inside, rubbing his hands together for warmth. “Sorry, I got caught up,” he said in Russian, a language he had mastered quicker than either of them.

Minho exhaled through his nose, shaking off his tension. “You need to come straight home from now on,” he said in Korean, his tone firm but not harsh. “We’ve talked about this.”

Jiwon rolled his eyes, switching to their native tongue. “I know. But nothing’s going to happen. You two are paranoid.”

Jisung exchanged a glance with Minho. If only Jiwon knew just how much danger still lurked in their past. The police back in South Korea weren’t the type to just let things go. They had been lucky to evade capture for this long, but luck never lasted forever.

“We just worry about you,” Jisung said softly, stepping forward to ruffle Jiwon’s hair. The boy scowled but didn’t pull away.

Minho sighed, his features softening slightly. “Let’s eat. We’ll talk more later.”

They gathered around their small dinner table, the warmth of the meal contrasting against the chill outside. For now, they had peace. But Minho knew—Jisung knew—that their past was always just a step behind them, waiting for the perfect moment to catch up.

To be continued.....