Prequel: Making the Black Cross | BTS GANG AU

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Clary didn't remember falling asleep, she knew she must have eventually drifted off when she found herself waking up lying next to Yoongi. Her head rested on his shoulder like a pillow she squinted at the window and it looked like the sun was only beginning to rise which explained why Namjoon had not came looking for her - he ought to still be asleep.

Clary climbed out of the bed quickly, Yoongi was sound asleep, he did not even flinch at her movement. She stepped into Yoongi's bathroom and looked at the shower longingly, her hair felt greasy, and as much as she was wearing Yoongi'a clean clothes she felt the need to scrub herself with soap. She hoped Yoongi wouldn't mind her using his shower, she decided that it was better to use his shower than go back upstairs and have to face Namjoon in order to use his. Clary shook her head at herself, it's not like he owned her. She felt like she owed him something, but in reality it was he who owed her.

Clary locked the bathroom door, she then double-checked four times that she had definitely locked it for if Yoongi walked in on her she'd simply die of embarrassment. She turned the shower on and welcomed the roasting water as a comfort for her aching body. Clary was completely surprised to see that the boy actually owned a branded and separate shampoo, conditioner and body wash - she definitely expected Yoongi to be the type who owned some 3 in 1 crap. Her lips tugged into a smile as she shampooed her hair - at least her hair wouldn't need to suffer.

The conditioner was surprisingly silky and of decent quality, in all fairness most of the boys always looked well maintained with shiny hair. She washed the conditioner out and let the warm water run down her back as she scrubbed herself with body wash. She scrubbed herself so hard that her skin starting to grow red, she imagined scrubbing away everything that she had experienced. Clary watched as the soap rinsed and disappeared through the drain. She would give herself to the shower turned off to be sad and then she had to stop being sad. She had to let go of her feelings and focused on some sort of escape.

Clary clicked the shower off and was greeted with an ambush of freezing air as she borrowed one of Yoongi's towels which had been placed on the radiator. It was no surprise that the towel was black, she wrapped it around herself and then opened the bathroom door slowly. She peaked out and Yoongi still out cold in the same position as before. Clary decided that she could trust Yoongi and that they could remain good friends. She opened his closet and had to stop a gasp from escaping her lips. She had never seen so many designer branded clothes - it made sense going on the expensive bounty that had been previously placed on her - they were definitely filthy rich.

Clary picked out a pair of black baseball shorts which were Tommy Hilfiger branded along with a grey and black Moschino branded shirt - she avoided borrowing anything as atrociously extortionate as Gucci out of the fear of getting it dirty or somehow ruining it. Everything was relatively plain and neutral in Yoongi's closet but that didn't stop the brands being so expensive.

Clary disappeared back into the bathroom and changed into the clothes. She tied the drawstrings on the shorts at tight as they would possible go and decided that as much as they were loose they wouldn't fall down, she then decided gather the ends of the top and tie them at her belly button making it into a makeshift crop top. Clary fumbled around in the cabinets displayed in the bathroom and managed to find a comb. She had towel dried her hair as best as she could and used the comb to braid her hair on two sides - thank god she always kept two or three hair ties on her wrist for emergencies.

Clary looked in the mirror, she felt fresher but the bags underneath her eyes were unmistakeable. She exited the bathroom and chuckled. Yoongi had still yet to move, he must be a heavy sleeper. She left his room quietly and tried to remember what floor Namjoon had said Taehyung lived on. Was it floor three or four? She sighed, she guessed it was floor three if it went by their ages.