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liquid paint

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It was a steady crawl.

A deep gold that stained the skin around the ears and steadily darkened, growing solid. The victim's eyes bulged in surprise as his jaw locked and his skin hardened into a gleaming shell. In the reflection of the street puddle, he watched the metal consume his body. You could see the exact moment his heart and lungs turned to gold, but by then his nose, throat and mouth had already frozen, rendering his lungs useless. It travelled quickly, picking up speed from the initial slow growth in his ears to zipping petrification.

It first spread from his ears, like dripping liquid golden paint, dripping from the openings of his ear canals. Dyeing everything in it's path gold as it continued to run down his body. It trickled into his mouth, disappeared up his nostrils- his eyes tensed and the bob of his Adam's apple stopped into its path as the gold continued to make its way down his body. gradually stopping his arms in their motion as it continued, his slow expression of horror and surprise fixed on his face permanently.

It was mesmerising in a sickening way to see how one bulky teenager could be completely halted in his tracks so quickly, his hand still in the air- frozen in position, ready to choke your neck. By the end of it, a full life-size sculpture of a man stood in front of you, the hateful mix of fear and anger still churning steadily in his irises. It was startling to see the transition of heated skin and bones to shining frosting gold. The segue was smooth, not nearly as jarring as you maybe would've expected it. Your mind was short-circuiting from the stress and unimaginable events that had just happened in front of you. Part of you doubted your eyes. Because people didn't just turn to gold! That was... that was impossible.

You choked out air, watching the man become a statue from your place on the floor. Exhaustion slowly overtook you, and the question of how this happened faded from your mind. Your eyelids slid close, and you back slumped against the damp alley wall. The horrible blunting pain in the back of your skull lessened the more the black curtain pulled over your eyes, slowly dulling to a low hum as you receded from reality.

"Y/N-ssi, are you alright?"

You had just enough energy to say, "don't... touch my skin..." before you knocked out for the night.

"And one two- bam bam bam, up, turn, bam bam bam-" Hoseok's careful gaze and voice was interrupted by the sound of the studio door slamming open. His body paused in the smooth movement of pivoting, arms wide in the air. The metal handle knocked harshly against the wall, surely leaving an indent, and both Jimin and Hoseoks focus tore away from the wall of mirrors.

Jungkook stood in the doorway, pupils blown wide with panic. You lay in his bent arms, unresponsive and unconscious. Blood matted the back of your head, pressing your hair close to your wounded skull. Jungkook was attempting to stem the blood flow, pressing a bundled sleeve of his jacket to the wound. The material was already damp with sticky blood, crimson sticking and drying as it matted on Jungkook's arms. A bruise was purpling over your throat in the shape of enclosing fingers, and there were scraped littered all over your body. Your cheek, the backs of your elbows, your knees... you were scarring to look out, to put it bluntly. It didn't take an idiot to see that you had been through quite the traumatic ordeal.

"Hy-ung," Jungkook gasped desperately, words disconnecting numbingly, "I didn't know where else to go! I couldn't go back to the house because- Hyung, please help."

They couldn't her bring her back to the house, not with the party and chaos happening there, and the hospital was out of the picture. They'd ask questions on what happened to the attacker, and they had to remedy the gold first.