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The Hybrid Under My Bed [Chapter Three]

Originally posted by apgujeon

WARNING(S): Family abuse in the first few chapters.

Genres: Angsty fluff, Mystery, Fantasy, Adventure

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader

Length: 4.6k words

Sypnosis: You were 7 year old when you met him, Jeon Jungkook, the little boy covered with bruises and dirt hiding under your bed, but little did you know that this encounter would drag you into a new morbid world full of darkness and adventures, but also unexpectedly love. (Not Requested)

BTS Jungkook hybrid!au, fantasy!au

(Third POV)

-> Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three

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Chapter Three

*Present Day*


“(Y/N)!!” Your friend Vee shouted, snapping you back to reality. It was such a shock and so sudden that you bumped your head against the locker you were leaning onto.

You groaned, “Ugh! What the hell, Vee?” 

“I’ve been saying your name for the past ten minutes!” 

You rolled your eyes, “Stop exaggerating! You know as much as me that you would have given up within the first two minutes.”

She thought for a second, “Okay. True. You’re right, but still! Why didn’t you told me that I had a test today, huh?”

Your best friend whined, leaning her head against her locker while staring at you with a pout. “You know how much I suck at chemistry.”

“How could I know?” You raised your shoulders up, “We’re not in the same class.”

“We have the same program. You should have known about it.” She glared at you.

You sighed, “Okay, true, but I thought that you already knew that. And even if you didn’t, Jackson tried to text you about it yesterday, but you were too busy making out with Juan, oh yeah, on MY bed.”

You sent her a glare in return, crossing your arms on your chest. Juan was Vee’s boyfriend for now a year and you could see she was very happy with him, which also made you happy. Vee never had good taste in guys. She only dated assholes, bastards, fuck boys and the list goes on…

At least she was with Juan, who proved to be an excellent guy for her.

But making out on your bed? Not so excellent. You couldn’t help but shudder in disgust at the thought. What if they did it on your bed? You didn’t even wash the sheets.

Ignoring your remark, your best friend tapped her manicured nails on the navy-blue book she was holding nervously, her bluish grey eyes watching the other students around while biting her thin bottom lip, “I’m going to fail…”

“Maybe.”

You laughed when she smacked your arm.

“It’s not funny (Y/N)!”

You shrugged, “Well, if you weren’t busy sticking your mouth with Juan’s yesterday- “

“(Y/N)!!!”

You laughed even more, raising your arms in the air in an innocent posture, “Okay, okay, okay, I get it. You’re nervous. You think you’ll fail. You think you’re dumb, which is not false…” You smiled innocently when she sent you a glare, “… And you think you’ll fail the year. But you’re worrying too much, Vee. It’s just a test. I’m sure you’ll manage to get a decent grade. Alyce will still be proud that you at least tried.”

“Yeah sure, after she’s done beating up my ass that is. Oh God! I’m sorry (Y/N), it slipped!” She quickly added, seeing your body visibly tense at her words.

“It’s okay, Vee. It has been ten years ago anyway.” You shrugged, trying to relax and block away the memories of your childhood.

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The Serpent and The Saint Part 2.

“Stop fidgeting Betty, you’re making me anxious.”

Veronica pulled her shiny dark hair out from under the collar of her leather jacket. It had been one hell of a conversation when Veronica had shown up to Sweet water wearing a tight black pencil skirt underneath her heavy leather, if the girl wanted to fight in a skirt who was Betty to argue, it was such a uniquely… Veronica thing to do.

Betty on the other hand toyed with the fraying holes in her skin tight jeans, eyes scanning her surroundings, there were so many people on their side, they couldn’t lose, they wouldn’t lose.

“Sorry, I’m just ready. I’ve been ready.”
The adrenaline was rushing through the young blondes veins, it was time to put on a show.

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that certain purple haired Toni Topaz is participating would it?” Veronica quirked a perfectly manicured eyebrow, a knowing smirk gracing her features.

“No, no it’s so much more than that.. it’s… I just.. I want them to pay, all of them. For Kevin.”

The smirk slid off of Veronica’s face at the thought of their best friend laying close to lifeless in the hospital bed, beaten beyond recognition.

“They’re savages” the raven haired princess whispered.

“That doesn’t even describe it.”

Both girls turned to look at the familiar voice, Reggie Mantle strolled over, combat boots crunching the freshly fallen leaves, draping an arm over Betty he sighed

“All the adults are here, it’s bigger than we thought. Sin Carter is here, big honcho, leader of the whole Saints chapter.”

Betty glanced at the large group of older bikers. It was going to be quite a fight, Sheriff Keller knew about the plans, he knew where the fight was, who was fighting, why they were fighting he just simply didn’t care, he had a son to care for, a son damaged by the opposing gang, there was no time for interruption.

Reggie was one of her best friends, along with Veronica and Kevin he had been there through it all. She’d lost herself for too long, completely catatonic when … he.. had left her, reggie had thrown a few fists into her wall trying to bring her back, but he never left. He was still here.

The rev of motorcycles had Veronica moving to her side, clutching Reggies forearm.

Chuck whistled, high and shrill, he was calling Reggie to his side, they would stand front and center, side by side with the elders. Betty knew she would be up front as well, she was the one female they they could trust to hold her own.

Turning to Veronica, Betty clutched her best friends arms, nails digging almost painfully into the leather

“Be safe. If you have to, run. Get out. They don’t play fair and I’m not losing my best friend. I love you.”

Veronica had tears in her eyes after Betty’s speech, she wrapped her arms tight around her best friend, her sister
“Why does it feel like you’re saying goodbye?” She choked out.

Reggie tugged on Betty’s sleeve, sad eyes as he nudged his head towards the newly arrived Serpents.

“Me? Never.” Putting on her bravest smile, Betty followed Reggie.

She could be brace as she wanted, she knew there was a possibility she wouldn’t make it out of this fight tonight. Every time she closed her eyes she saw Kevin, mangled and panting as he crawled through Pops Diner door whispering one word

“Serpents”

Sandwiched protectively between Chuck and Reggie, she saw him instantly. He was staring at her and only her, those damn eyes drilling deep into her.

Jughead Jones stood a few lines back, Archie Andrews, her former best friend and Veronica’s ex boyfriend was beside him alongside Toni Topaz, the girl dressed in complete leather makeup caked on her face. She was everything Betty wasn’t, maybe that’s why the hand she had on Jugheads arm sent spikes to her heart.

He was mouthing something at her, his eyes were desperate almost as if he was pleading, she couldn’t make it out, part of her wanted to know what was so important that he was risking his standing with his gang but she didn’t have time for that, someone was down.

It was a Saint.

Forget Jughead Jones these were her people, he didn’t want her, he didn’t love her? Well The Saints did, they were her family.

But could she hurt him? If it came down to herself and him who would she choose? Would she hurt one of her own to protect him? He had been a Saint once, he had been a lot of things once.

Torn from her thoughts, long fingers tangled in her loose honey blonde curls, pulling with a sharp tug, ripping her hair and sending her flying backwards. She spun around, eye to eye with dark purple lips and matted black hair.

Yeah right.

She kicked. Hard, her boot flying into the female Serpents stomach as the girl yelped, falling to the ground. Screams we’re surrounding her as she flung fists, she could screams, guttural and frantic.

She barely registered what was happening before she saw it, shining low against the moon. A blade. A switch blade. It was a Saint yielding the weapon, she recognized him from night meetings at Pops, he was older mid thirties and he was heading directly for Jugheads back. It would kill him, this man was out for blood. FOR Jugheads blood.

The words slipped from her lips before she could stop them

“Jughead! Behind you!”

He whipped around at her voice, just in time to wrench free, and dodge the knife waving towards his spine. Jughead had the man on the floor in seconds flat, boot to his stomach as he kicked relentlessly. After a moment he looked up, eyes locking on Betty. She had just sacrificed so much to warn him, it was a stupid thing to do but it was instinctual to protect him. Always had been, always would be.

But then it ended.

A gunshot rang through the lake, it went silent for a moment, all fighting ceased before it got worse.

Someone had made he first shot, it was war, bloody and lethal.

The screams got louder, she could hear every single kick, every hit, her brain was going fuzzy, her stomach clenching.

No. not now. Not now.

The darkness was spreading fast and Betty knew it wouldn’t be long before she was done, before she passed out, she was going to fall, they would kill her.

But she was being pulled away before she hit the floor, the familiar callouses and bumps of Jugheads hand was something she could recall anywhere.

“Get on!” He yelled, hopping on his bike and looking back at Betty “we have to go. This isn’t our fight. It’s the elders. Come on Sunshine, please!” He begged.

At the sound of her old nickname Betty hopped on the back of the Harley, wrapping her arms tight around Jugheads stomach.

The war had just begun and this was just the start.

i started my rebellion with a hair tie,
blood red
holding together the night-time of my hair
an exposed artery on my head
in a place where rules
didn’t allow for colour

a girl doesn’t need a blade to start a war.
we rolled up our skirts like rebel flags,
saluting each other
with an inch of skin above the knee;
our colourful watches decorating our wrists 
like naval flags, sending messages in code-
“sleepover tonight. bring knives.
this town doesn’t know what we’re made of.”

the man who taught me algebra tried
to calculate my worth by the curvature,
the size of my growing breasts;
so the girls took his calculator and 
let the numbers block his screams. 
they left a crime scene littered with glitter
to let everyone know - we may be soft
youth-tinged, bright pink,
but our souls are dark and our hearts
are diamond.

the lunch room was no man’s land,
our cliques became platoons-
cheerleaders and débutantes, 
sticking rhinestones on our jackets
like war medals.
we taught ourselves to kill,
to put make up on
with eyeliner sharpened to a point.
my best friend did my nails and said,
“scratch, and you’ll rip their eyes out.
i guarantee.”

we hunt like killers.
sugar and spice cocktails,
stolen vodka mixed with cherries and blood.
stealing hearts and playing games
running from age while the cops
trail behind. 

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