The Black Cross | BTS GANG AU

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Upon walking into the nightclub Clary spotted their target.

She instantly began flirting and chatting, knowing that Namjoon had been watching her every move regardless.

Clary bought the Male a couple of drinks until he was very tipsy, verging on drunk.

The female began to slowly tease the target by dancing with him. She looked around the club and could see his men dotted around.

That's why Clary leaned in for a kiss. As the target leaned in too, she slit his throat from behind. The Male started gurgling blood and he held his throat and was shocked to see blood.

The male staggered and slowly began to fall to the floor as Clary grinned. Next to them, a woman screamed loudly at the sight and Clary took out her gun.

The guards around the club were now running over and the female shot down five of them. The sixth launched himself at her so she ducked and then killed him with a perfect headshot.

By now the civilians had mostly cleared out leaving just Clary and Namjoon who was sitting at the bar watching.

The female broke a guards jaw with one punch and then slit his throat from behind.

She repeatedly shot and fought until there was no more people left. More than a dozen bodies littered the dance floor and Namjoon clapped his hands. "Well done."

After stabbing the male exactly as she was told to do so, Namjoon agreed that they ought to celebrate.

This was why three hours later a very tipsy Clary was spouting out random facts and information to Namjoon. The Male was intoxicated however alcohol didn't affect him too much, he always had his wits around him regardless of his state.

Clary downed another shot and grinned as the music through the speakers seemed to be getting louder. "Y'know you're not all that bad!" Clary yelled over the music.

Namjoon grinned as he took her hand and escorted her to the dance floor. Between all the sweaty bodies and alcohol the girl knew what she was doing but at the same time she felt like she wasn't in control. It was a strange feeling, one she had not felt in a while. For once she felt ecstatic to let loose.

Namjoon's eyes widened in surprise as he felt her slowly start to grind against him. He went along with it however he was desperately trying not to think of the hot girl wearing a tight leather skirt who was currently against his crotch.

Clary was jumping around to the music. She wanted to ask herself what the hell she was doing but at the same time part of her was having fun and ignoring all logic. It was like her brain had dissociated with the rest of her.
With one more brush against the Male he finally snapped.

She felt herself being dragged through the crowd to the back where it was less busy and by the desperate way she was being pulled across the room the girl could only know what would come next. Clary didn't have a chance to breathe.

Namjoon's lips roughly brushed against her own and the girl didn't know what came over her. She was tipsy, although fully aware of what she was doing.

The female hesitated against his lips before submitting and kissing him back. Namjoon pulled away and mumbled against her lips. "Oh god how I've missed this, baby girl."

The female said nothing as his lips were reconnected with her own. He ran his tongue across her lip however she denied entrance. The kiss was desperate and full of all sorts of conflicting emotions. He roughly pinned her hands above her head, leaning them against the wall.