Little Peach *Completed*

Chapter 25

Jungkook's POV

"No! No, no, no!"

My sleep is interrupted by pained shouts, forcing me to jump out of bed and into the hall. My eyes are instantly drawn to the direction of Grace's room, Tae on the floor outside of it being held tightly by Yoongi as Jin and Namjoon stand over them, their faces pale and distressed.

"W-what is it?" I stutter, my mind flashing back to when Grace hurt herself.

"She's gone." Namjoon says in shock, his voice expressionless.

"Gone? Y-you don't mean...?" Panic filling my chest, my body going cold as I wait for an answer.

"She left last night, when we were asleep." Jin says sadly, his eyes never leaving Tae.

I can't decide what's worse, her being dead or her going back to him. I feel my own tears escaping from my eyes down my face, my teeth biting into my lip as I try to hold in a sob.

Soon the others are in the hall, a heavy and sad feeling in the air as we all wipe at falling tears and try to process that Grace has gone. She's gone...

Taehyung's POV

"Grace, sweetheart are you up?" I ask as I quietly let myself into her room, my heart falling to the floor when I see her bed is empty. I head to the en suite door, pushing it open to find no one in there. I can feel the panic rising as I run downstairs checking the living room and kitchen. Nothing...

I run back up to Grace's room and quickly look around for clues to where she could be, and that's when I see it, Thank you for everything, Grace xx

"No! No, no, no!" I stumble into the hall my head dizzy with confusion, I feel arms around me as I collapse to the floor, the tears flowing uncontrollably. She's gone...

Jin's POV

My eyes scan over the letter that Grace had received yesterday, a lump in my throat choking me as I try and hold back more tears. She did this for us...

We're all sat in the living room in various stages of shock. I had made tea, but most of it sat untouched, everyone too wrapped up in their thoughts to concentrate on anything.

"What does it say Hyung?" Jimin asks hoarsely, holding tightly onto one of the plushies he'd bought for Grace.

"He basically threatened to harm us if she didn't go back to him, she chose to keep us safe over keeping herself safe." I explain sadly, her selflessness breaking my heart.

"We need to get her back, she's not staying with him, no fucking way." Yoongi spits, his sadness turning into anger.

"Where do we even start? We don't know where she came from, or what he looks like." Namjoon points out snappily.

That's when it hits me. The photos.

I jump up, sprinting up to Grace's room and head straight to her dresser picking up the two photos that were left with the letter. One is of Grace, she looks younger and happier, the other is of Grace and a man. Her smile isn't genuine, you can tell because it doesn't meet her eyes, her eyes look sad and full of fear. His hand is on her shoulder, holding onto her tightly, you can see even in the picture how possessive he is just by a simple touch. This has to be him.

Namjoon's POV

Only I look up when Jin rushes back into the room clutching something tightly in his hand.

"Look, look at this!" He says thrusting the pictures in front of me.

I frown at them confused. "What am I meant to be looking at?" I ask frustrated.

"Him. Look at him." Jin says firmly.

I sit up as I look closer at the picture in front of me, my chest tightening when I see Grace. I shake my head and focus on the man gripping onto her like he owned her. Holy fuck...it's him...

"That's him?" I ask wanting clarity.

"Judging by the look in her eyes and the vice like grip he has on her shoulder, I'd say so." Jin confirms, a flash of hope in his eyes.

"So we know what he looks like, but how do we find them?" Hobi chimes in.

"Yoongi, do you still have contacts?" I ask looking at him.

"I can find someone to do some digging, it'll cost us though and it won't be cheap." He explains picking up his phone and typing before knowing the answer.

"Do it, I don't care how much is costs, just do it." I say firmly.

Hold on Grace, we're coming...

Grace's POV

It didn't take him long to take his anger out on me once we got inside. He'd barely shut the door before he'd shoved me to the ground, his foot finding my ribs repeatedly.

"Look what you make me do! This is your fault you stupid whore!" He growls lowly, his face flushed with anger.

I try and catch my breath, my arms clutching at my sides where he kicked, but I won't cry. I'm not crying for him anymore. As I try to sit myself up, I feel a burning feeling on my scalp as he drags me backwards by the hair to the living room, my hands clawing at his in an attempt to make him let go.

Once he released me, he pulled his hand up to examine it, his eyes burning with fury as he took in the bleeding scratches.

"You'll fucking pay for that." He hisses, his hands sliding into his pockets, pulling out his cigarettes and lighter.

Suddenly I'm laughing, it hurts but I'm laughing. The look of anger on his face turning to confusion as he tries to understand why I'm laughing.

"What the fuck are you laughing for?" He snaps.

"You! I'm laughing at you, you fucking moron!" I laugh, my sides hurting from the action.

"What the fuck did you just call me?" His anger returning ten fold.

"I called you a fucking moron." I reply simply.