The numbers on the screen were replaced with a name as the phone began to ring, and Jiyong’s eyes widened when he read the display.

“Jo?” A surprised laugh escaped his lips, and a smile broke out on his face as he looked at me. “It’s Jo!” I gasped and squeezed his arm as he spoke. “Where are you? What do you mean you’re at Morgan? I’ll be there in a second, don’t you ing move!”

I surged forward, my feet struggling to keep up with Jiyong as he sprinted across the campus, dragging me behind him. When we reached Morgan, my lungs were screaming for air. Jo ran down the steps, crashing into both of us.

“Jesus Christ, brother! I thought you were toast!” Jo said, squeezing us so tightly I couldn’t breathe.

“You !” Jiyong screamed, shoving his brother away. “I thought you were ing dead! I’ve been waiting for the firefighters to carry your charred body from Keaton!”

Jiyong frowned at Jo for a moment, and then pulled him into a hug. His arm shot out, fumbling around until he felt my shirt, and then pulled me into a hug as well. After several moments, Jiyong released Jo, keeping me close beside him.

Jo looked at me with an apologetic frown. “I’m sorry, Dara. I panicked.”

I shook my head. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“Me? I would have been better off dead if Jiyong had seen me come out of that building without you. I tried to find you after you ran off, but then I got lost and had to find another way. I walked along the building looking for that window, but I ran into some cops and they made me leave. I’ve been flippin’ the out over here!” he said, running his hand over his short hair.

Jiyong wiped my cheeks with his thumbs, and then pulled up his shirt, using it to wipe the soot from his face. “Let’s get out of here. The cops are going to be crawling all over the place soon.”

After hugging his brother once more, we walked to Bom’s Honda. Jiyong watched me buckle my seat belt and then frowned when I coughed.

“Maybe I should take you to the hospital. Get you checked out.”

“I’m fine,” I said, interlacing my fingers in his. I looked down, seeing a deep cut across his knuckles. “Is that from the fight or the window?”

“The window,” he answered, frowning at my bloodied nails.

“You saved my life, you know.”

His eyebrows pulled together. “I wasn’t leaving without you.”

“I knew you’d come,” I said, squeezing his fingers between mine.

We held hands until we arrived at the apartment. I couldn’t tell whose blood was whose as I washed the crimson and ash from my skin in the shower. Falling into Jiyong’s bed, I could still smell the stench of smoke and smoldering skin.

“Here,” he said, handing me a short glass filled with amber liquid. “It’ll help you relax.”

“I’m not tired.”

He held out the glass again. His eyes were exhausted, bloodshot and heavy. “Just try to get some rest, Butterfly.”

“I’m almost afraid to close my eyes,” I said, taking the glass and gulping the liquid down.

He took the glass and set it on the nightstand, sitting beside me. We sat in silence, letting the last hours sink in. I shut my eyes tight when the memories of the terrified cries of those trapped in the basement filled my mind. I wasn’t sure how long it would take me to forget, or if I ever would.

Jiyong’s warm hand on my knee pulled me from my conscious nightmare. “A lot of people died tonight.”

“I know.”

“We won’t find out until tomorrow just how many.”

“Jo and I passed a group of kids on the way out. I wonder if they made it. They looked so scared …”

I felt the tears fill my eyes, but before they touched my cheeks, Jiyong’s solid arms were surrounding me. Immediately I felt protected, flush against his skin. Feeling so at home in his arms had once terrified me, but in that moment, I was grateful that I could feel so safe after experiencing something so horrific. There was only one reason I could ever feel that way with anyone.

I belonged to him.

It was then that I knew. Without a doubt in my mind, without worry of what others would think, and having no fear of mistakes or consequences, I smiled at the words I would say.

“Jiyong?” I said against his chest.

“What, babe?” he whispered into my hair.

Our phones rang in unison, and I handed his to him as I answered mine. “Hello?”

“Dara?” Bom shrieked.

“I’m okay, Bommie. We’re all okay.”

“We just heard! It’s all over the news!”

I could hear Jiyong explaining to Top next to me, and I tried my best to reassure Bom. Fielding dozens of her questions, trying to keep my voice steady while recounting the scariest moments of my life, I relaxed the second Jiyong covered my hand with his.

It seemed I was telling someone else’s story, sitting in the comfort of Jiyong’s apartment, a million miles away from the nightmare that could have killed us. Bom wept when I finished, realizing how close we came to losing our lives.

“I’m going to start packing now. We’ll be home first thing in the morning,” Bom sniffed.

“Bommie, don’t leave early. We’re fine.”

“I have to see you. I have to hug you so I’ll know you’re all right,” she cried.

“We’re fine. You can hug me on Friday.”

She sniffed again. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. Have a good time.”

Jiyong looked at me and then pressed the phone tight against his ear. “Better hug your girl, Top. She sounds upset. I know, man … me too. See you soon.”

I hung up seconds before Jiyong did, and we sat in silence for a moment, still processing what had happened. After several moments, Jiyong leaned back against his pillow, and then pulled me against his chest.

“Bom all right?” he asked, staring up at the ceiling.

“She’s upset. She’ll be okay.”

“I’m glad they weren’t there.”

I clenched my teeth. I hadn’t even thought about what might have happened had they not stayed with Top’s parents. My mind flashed to the terrified expressions of the girls in the basement, fighting against the men to escape. Bom’s frightened eyes replaced the nameless girls in that room. I felt nauseated thinking about her beautiful red hair soiled and singed along with the rest of the bodies laid out on the lawn.

“Me too,” I said with a shiver.

“I’m sorry. You’ve been through a lot tonight. I don’t need to add anything else to your plate.”

“You were there, too, Ji.”

He was quiet for several moments, and just when I opened my mouth to speak again, he took a deep breath.

“I don’t get scared very often,” he said finally. “I was scared the first morning I woke up and you weren’t here. I was scared when you left me after Vegas. I was scared when I thought I was going to have to tell my dad that Jo had died in that building. But when I saw you across the flames in that basement … I was terri