CHEOL'S POV
"Your mom?" Kelly asked, pulling back from the hug, trying in vain not to focus on me, her eyes darted all over the bathroom and into the mirror.
When she swallowed hard, I couldn't help but chuckle. Perhaps she was uncomfortable because I was practically half-naked in front of her—she should have been extremely uncomfortable, to put it mildly.
"Actually, she's just my stepmother," I said, and she snapped her eyes back at me, trying not to fall any further down. When my lips twitched upwards as I stared at her, she blushed a little. "Do you think you're okay?"
She smiled and nodded. "Can you tell me where your real mother is?"
"She died when she gave birth to me," I explained patiently in response to each of her questions. "Do you want to hear a story about my life?"