Soulmates

~19

We started walking back to the house, the sun shining directly down on us from the middle of the sky. I heard familiar chimes in a musical tune, I turned and watched a bright and colourful van rolling down the street. "Ice-cream!! Can we get some?!" Jimin looked at me with a look in his eyes which I just couldn't refuse, not that I was going to.

He grabbed my hand and dragged me over to the truck, waving madly with his other arm to the driver, who laughed and pressed his foot to the break.

We both asked for an ice-cream and paid the man a little extra since he stopped just for us. I got some bubble gum sauce added on top of mine and Jimin had strawberry. We waved as the van rolled away again and sat at a nearby bench to eat.

I shoved the last bite of the cone into my mouth and began licking the ice-cream off of my fingers, I noticed two large shoes appear in front of my feet. My eyes slowly travelled up, past the legs, chest and up to the familiar face. "Dad?!" I stood suddenly, pulling Jimin up with me and stepping away from my dad. "Y/N im so sorry about what happened, your mums gone for good now and your room is exactly how you left it, come back" he pleaded. But whilst he was pleading, I saw a twinge in his eye, a slight curl of his lip and he avoided my eyeline all whilst talking. "Show me your arm" I put my hand out to take his arm. "Why? What's that going to prove?!" He raised his voice, making me and Jimin step back once again. "If you have been purposely hurting yourself just to get back at mum I'm not coming back."

He moved his arm towards me, and I prepared to pull up his sleeve, but at the last second his hand wrapped around my wrist and he pulled me into him, his other arm wrapping around my neck. "Let's go. Home. Now!" His nails began to dig into my skin and I knew Yoongi would now be feeling something, other than lack of air to his throat. "Jimin, go, I'll be okay, just go home" I begged him, not wanting him to get dragged into my mess of a life anymore than he already was. But of course Jimin wasn't going to leave without a fight, I could see him preparing himself, shaking his hands and jumping up and down.

"Sorry sir," Jimin began, "I'm going to have to ask you to take your hands off of Y/N, or there will be consequences" His voice was laced with fear, but he hid it quite well. My dad laughed, "let's go Y/N"

Jimin indicated something with his eyes, he was widening them as he looked down, and I think that meant he wanted me to duck. I watched his lips move, three, two, one. I ducked into a crouch as quickly as I could, almost getting stuck on my dads arm. I rolled away and looked back, watching Jimin shake his hand in pain and my dad cup his nose in his hands.

I saw my dads face twist into a face of pure rage, before he raised his arm, "Jimin watch out!" I shouted. But I wasn't quick enough.