Prequel: Making the Black Cross | BTS GANG AU

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A/N: I've not abandoned this fic just being going through sm shit so updating is very bad🙈

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Namjoon did not come to bed that night, Clary wasn't certain whether he slept somewhere else or just not at all. She couldn't explain why when she woke up she felt a pang of disappointment at the empty side. For the first time in a while she regretted to admit that she could be doing with someone holding her. Regardless when she forced herself to sit up she felt a shooting pain through her head and groaned. "Fucking Hoseok." She cursed his name.

Clary got out of the bed and never bothered to make it up, she made her way slowly down every flight of stairs feeling shaky each time until she finally reached the ground floor. It was suspiciously quiet in the house considering it was around ten in the morning. "Hello?" She felt dumbfounded calling out until she heard a muffled response come from the kitchen.

"In here!"

She slowly walked into the room to see the back of Jimin making coffee - he looked exhausted from his slouched posture. "Where is everyone?" She asked, noticing that only one mug was sat out. Jimin turned to glance at her before reaching into the cabinet and placing out another mug.

"Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jin are on a-" he paused and cleared his throat, "-out on business." He corrected himself. Jimin poured boiling water into both mugs. "And the others are out running errands."

She gratefully accepted the mug of steaming coffee. Jimin poured a glass of water and passed her two pain killers. "Jin left these for you to take, be careful they're strong." He smiled sweetly and passed them over the table.

"Thank you." She had never been so happy to see painkillers before and consumed them quickly not caring to actually quiz what it was or speculate if it was something dodgy for she was desperate to numb the pain."What about Katie?" She asked.

"Her and Tae-Tae are out running errands with Hoseok-hyung and Jungkook." He sipped his steaming coffee, Clary grimaced at the mention of the particular male. "Jin-Hyung says you're supposed to be on bed rest so that's why it is just me and you and..." He paused trying to think of a way to articulate what he was thinking.

"And...?" She trailed off, staring at him intensely.

"I think you really gave Joon-Hyung a fright last night, Clary, I've never seen him so distraught." Jimin shook his head, "So when he comes home can you be nice?"

"I'm always nice!" She snapped and then chuckled, "Fine." She sipped on her coffee. "But I want you to do me a favour."

Jimin sighed he looked shattered but nodded in agreement to at least hear her out. "I want to do training at least until they're back, I want you to train me."

Jimin's eyes widened, "But you need to rest! You have a head injury and-"

Clary rolled her eyes, "Look Jimin. From one short person to another-" he opened his mouth to respond at the insult but fought it back remained silent due to her serious tone. "I'm sick of feeling inferior because everyone is taller or larger. I've vowed never to be weak like that again Jimin, nobody will ever be able to hurt me like that again."

He ran his hand through his jet black hair, "Only if we don't tell Jin then I suppose I do understand what it's like to feel that way."

"Yes!" She exclaimed and excitedly brought him into a hug. "Let's go!" She grabbed onto his hand and dragged him out from the room.

"Oh you fully meant right now?" He pouted at the coffee he had left sitting on the counter to which Clary giggled and dragged him upstairs and into the gym area.