Areum came back up through the floor of the box still dripping.
The second the glass finished rising around her, Do-yun was on her. He grabbed her in a hug so hard it lifted her off her feet, soaked clothes and all, and spun her halfway around before she started smacking his shoulder.
"You're getting me wet," she complained, laughing.
"You're already wet! You're the wettest person I've ever seen!" Do-yun set her down and held her at arm's length, staring at her like she'd grown a second head. "The little firecracker things! The boiling bubble! Where did that come from?"
"I don't know." Areum looked down at her hands, still pink and faintly steaming. "I just watched her. She never wasted anything. Every drop went exactly where she wanted. And I realized I'd never done that once in my life. I always just threw everything I had."
Jin was sitting against the glass, too sore to stand. He smiled up at her. "That was the best fight I've seen all night."
