Little Peach *Completed*

Chapter 8

Yoongi's POV

Where could she be if she's not up here?

I try and stay calm as I move through the bedrooms and en suites, checking everyone's room and the ones that aren't being used.

I make it back to Grace's room, noticing the en suite door is closed. No way would she be in here...

I open the door, switching on the light before scanning the room, my eyes drawn to a bundle of clothes in the corner of the room. Why is there red on the floor?

As I move over to the strange sight in the corner, I notice a broken glass in the sink, and that's when it hits me. No..."Grace! Grace come on!" I try not to look at the blood covered shard of glass next to her as I carefully pick her up, carrying her out into the hallway before shouting for help.

"Guys! Now!"

Namjoon's POV

"Jin first aid, Yoongi bring her to the sofa then get cleaned up, Jimin towels, Hobi check on Jungkook and let him know we've found her but do not let him come down yet, he feels bad enough as it is. Tae, I need you to hold her." I instruct everyone around me as I take control of the situation in front of us.

Grace you silly girl...

Everyone scatters doing the role I've given them, apart from Tae who's just frozen to the spot.

"Tae? Taehyung? Hey! If you can't help you need to go, it's not going to help her seeing you like this." I say firmly but as nicely as I can. I would get why he couldn't help, he'd grown particularly protective and fond of her so quickly.

"No...no I'll help..." shaking his head he follows Yoongi to the living room.

I take a deep breath, steadying my own emotions before joining them. Tae's sat with her on his lap, a towel covering the sofa, another is on her lap with her cut arms resting on them. I take note that the cuts are horizontal on her wrists, which from what I can remember is meant to be a better sign.

Jimin has gone to check that Yoongi is ok, leaving just Jin, Tae and myself to look after Grace. She looks a little pale, but she's definitely just asleep, probably tired from whatever happened.

"Right, Jin pass me the antiseptic wipes, we need to clean these before we dress them."

Jin nods, passing me an opened wrapper containing a wipe. I gently wipe over the array of cuts lining from her wrist to halfway up her forearm, grateful that they're not overly deep. I pause as she stirs in Tae's arms, a small groan coming from her as she knocks her other arm. Once I'm sure she's not going to wake, I continue to clean her arms. Satisfied that they're cleaned, I ask Tae to hold her arms up in turn for me as I wrap a dressing around it, securing it with some medical tape.

Jin sets to work cleaning up the used supplies, as I collect up the towels, taking them straight to the bin in the kitchen. I head back into the living room, Taehyung cradling her in his lap, his lips pressed to the top of her head as he leaves her small kisses.

"Tae, do you want me to take over so you can have a minute?" I offer, knowing how this was probably hardest on him.

"I'm not leaving her again Namjoon, I can't." His voice cracking with emotion.

"Ok, I understand. Why don't you take her up to your room? Let her rest and watch over her. I'll get someone to bring you up some tea and something to eat."

He nods sadly, easily standing up with her slight frame in his arms and heading upstairs.

I collapse on the sofa, my head resting against the back as I close my eyes and try to process what just happened.

Yoongi's POV

I turn the water up as hot as I can take, hoping that the sting of the heat will take my mind off of the blood running down the drain. It's not my blood, it's hers...

I rest my head against the cold tiles, as I breathe deeply letting the water cascade over me.

I haven't had much time with Grace, but knowing the little I do about her, I feel protective of her. I just want her to be safe and we couldn't even make that happen. We failed her already...

Taehyung's POV

I can't stop looking at her laying next to me, I daren't. My hand gently stroking her hair as she sleeps, her head on my chest. Hobi had brought me up something to eat but I had no appetite. I couldn't decide what I wanted, if she wakes up I'll know she's ok, but if she's asleep she can't get hurt again...

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It'd been a couple of hours since Yoongi had found her, everyone had come to check on her, even Jungkook. It took a lot to convince him it wasn't his fault and that I didn't blame him, because honestly I didn't. I blame the sick fuck that caused her to even start harming herself in the first place. I've already promised that if I ever find the psycho, I would end him. He's a waste of oxygen, scum of the earth, I'd say I hate him, but that's not a strong enough word for the intense feeling I get when I think of his hands on her...

My thoughts are interrupted as Grace put her arm over my waist, pulling herself closer to me so there's no space between us, my heart breaking as she winces in her sleep. I look down at her, brushing a stray piece of hair away from her face and tucking it behind her ear. My breath catches as I see a smile appear on her lips, a hum of happiness coming from her making my own smile show mirroring hers.

I've got you sweetheart, I won't let anyone hurt you again...