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Rebirth: Reborn as the Third Master of the Woo Family
Chapter 30: Finally Home
By Zorry Sunblaze
The day I finally left the hospital felt like a dream. The doctors had fussed over me one last time, reminding Tae about a million things—don't let me walk too much, don't let me eat greasy food, make sure I take my supplements on time. And of course, Jiang had been right there hovering, scolding Tae as if he were a clumsy nurse instead of my boyfriend.
"Take care of him like he's glass, you hear?" she told him, wagging her finger while clutching my baby.
Tae just smiled that patient smile of his, the one that says yes ma'am, but he's mine anyway.
Finally, we arrived back at the Woo estate. Tae carried my bag, balanced the cradle with our baby Yoongi inside, and still managed to wrap one protective arm around me. "Finally you're home," he whispered as we entered our room, brushing his fingers through my hair. "Our room missed you."
I couldn't stop the blush that spread across my pale cheeks. Despite the weight loss and the fatigue clinging to my body, Tae's eyes told me I was still beautiful. I smiled faintly. "I missed home too… but right now, I'm tired. I wanna sleep."
Tae tucked me in like I was porcelain, making sure the blankets were just right. He set the cradle by the bed, close enough that I could reach out to my daughter if I wanted. Then he leaned down, eyes soft. "Can I hug you? I missed you so much."
I didn't reply. I just snuggled closer, resting my head on his chest. That was answer enough. His strong arms wrapped around me instantly, holding me like he'd never let go again.
Some hours later, Jiang knocked softly on the door. When no answer came, she peeked in.
The sight melted her.
There I was, my head nestled on Tae's bare chest, lips parted in soft sleep. Tae held me tightly even in his slumber, as if afraid I'd vanish if he let go. For a moment, Jiang simply stood there, her eyes glassy with pride. Then her gaze drifted to the cradle.
"You're both so blessed," she whispered, leaning down to stroke my baby's fine black hair. "Kim is about to graduate. When he does, I'll make sure he marries Tae. They shouldn't waste time, right baby?" She chuckled softly to herself, patting the child's little hand, before tiptoeing out with a satisfied smile.
Kim's POV
I woke with a start a few hours later—my stomach growling so loud I was embarrassed. I poked Tae's chest until he stirred. His sleepy eyes blinked open.
"I'm hungry," I pouted, letting my voice drip with spoiled sweetness.
He laughed softly, pressing a kiss to the crown of my head. "Of course you are. Stay here, aigoo. Don't move. I'll be back soon." He tucked me back in like I was some stubborn kitten, making sure I was comfortable before slipping out.
My eyes wandered to the cradle. My lips curled into a smile. I got up and crouched, gently stroking my daughter's cheek. "You're pretty… just like me," I murmured proudly.
As if she understood, her tiny lips curled into the faintest giggle. My heart melted. Those glassy blue eyes stared back at me—my eyes.
I kissed her forehead tenderly, my chest swelling with love I never thought I could give. It was at that exact moment that Tae returned, balancing a tray.
"Aigi, your food is here," he said softly, like he was afraid to wake the baby.
The smell hit me immediately—samgyetang, ginseng chicken soup. A classic Korean recovery meal. Nutritious, warm, and made just for me. My stomach practically roared in thanks.
"Perfect," I grinned, giving Yoongi one last affectionate glance before shuffling to the table.
"Come eat with me," I demanded, raising a brow.
"I'll feed you first," Tae teased, settling beside me.
"Don't be ridiculous. You didn't eat either. Sit," I scolded lightly. And just like that, we shared the meal together, each spoonful tasting sweeter because of the company.
5 years later.
Time changes everything—except, maybe, the way Tae looks at me.
Yoongi had grown so much. Five years old already, her laughter bouncing off the walls of the Woo estate. Her hair curled at the ends, her eyes sparkling blue like mine, and her smile—ah, that smile could melt even stone.
I had finally graduated with Tae. Our studies were delayed by chaos, by tragedy, but we made it through together. And though scars lingered, the future felt brighter when I saw my daughter playing.
That afternoon, Yoongi was stacking colorful blocks, tongue poking out in concentration. Tae and I exchanged a mischievous glance.
"Peek-a-boo!" we chorused, popping our heads out from either side of the tower.
She squealed, spinning around. "Appa! Daddy! I missed you both!" She flung her little arms around us.
I crouched down, wrapping her in my embrace. "We missed you too, princess." Tae knelt beside me, his grin as wide as hers.
"Daddy brought you a present," Tae said, eyes shining as he pulled out a large box. Inside was an expensive doll—top of the line. It could copy movements, repeat words, practically a little friend of its own.
Yoongi gasped, eyes wide as saucers. "Really? For me?"
"Yes, for you," Tae chuckled, handing it to her. She hugged the doll instantly, then hugged us both again, pressing her little face against my chest.
"I love you appa. I love you daddy," she whispered.
I felt tears sting my eyes. Tae leaned forward, kissing her hair, while I kissed her cheek. That moment—the three of us locked together, laughing, kissing, loving—felt like the universe had given me back the life I thought I'd lost.
And yet… deep inside, I still carried a shadow.
Because somewhere out there, Han In had escaped prison. Still lurking. Still waiting.
And I had not forgotten.
[End of Chapter 30]
Hi guys how's it going. Been long right.. Thanks for your patience and loyalty.. I'll try to update at least once a week.. I'm working on a new novel titled sugared secrets.. Available only on Wattpad.. This is chapter 1.. Enjoy
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Sugared Secrets
By Zorry sunblaze
Episode 1: Stain Me Sweetly
Scene: Just outside the campus café.
The sun kissed the pavement in golden streaks, but nothing shimmered brighter than Tham standing center stage with one hand planted on his hip and the other flipping his auburn hair like he owned the campus—which he did, at least in fashion and fearless energy.
His white designer crop top hugged his toned waist, glimmering under his fur crop jacket like it had been sewn with confidence. Golden-emerald eyes, heart-shaped lips, and pierced ears sparkled like a crown jewel in broad daylight. His high-waisted jeans framed his long legs, and his black manicured nails tapped rhythmically on the side of his pink glitter purse.
"Babe, crop tops don't choose you. You earn them," Tham sassed, tossing his hair as he finished an unsolicited lecture on fashion theory.
Pai, ever the towering protector, said nothing. He stood with his hands in his pockets like a silent bodyguard, his black tousled hair, grey almond-shaped eyes, and black stone earring giving off "hitman chic" energy. His navy-blue pants and black jacket wrapped around him like danger wrapped in cashmere.
Beside him, Tim looked like a grumbling marshmallow, wearing a soft white top with a red sweater tied preppy-style around his neck. His round bangs, bunny ears headband, and big sparkly black eyes made him look like he wandered out of a K-pop cartoon. His soft pink pouty lips and matching soft pink nails were already pushed into a visible pout.
"You literally wore a crop top just to make me feel poor," Tim muttered, eyes flicking from Tham's shirt to his glitter purse.
Meanwhile, Mon was in his own fluffy world. Dressed in an oversized blue turtleneck that swallowed him whole—with only the tips of his fingers peeking out—and paired with fitted white pants, he looked like a lost winter prince. His long lashes, glassy sky-blue eyes, and glossy pink lips glistened as he swayed gently with his bag dangling from one shoulder. He blinked up at Tham, softly asking, "What's a crop top?"
Before Tham could respond, Gao jogged up carrying a plastic bag filled with drinks. Her baggy camo pants, black sleeveless vest, and open button-down shirt screamed effortless rebel. Her high ponytail, long dark brown hair, and lip piercing added flavor to the street-style look that made every girl (and guy) in school do a double take.
"Alright, here," she said, handing out drinks.
Pai got iced Americano (because black like his soul).
Tim got strawberry milk tea (duh).
Mon had a blueberry bubble tea (to match the eyes).
Gao sipped on a cold Coke (straight, no chaser).
Tham? Of course, a rose peach iced tea with light syrup and extra glitter ice.
Tham popped the cap with his acrylic nail. "Thank you, darling," he said, flipping his hair.
But fate had its own flair.
A blur of motion came from behind—a hot, sweaty blur in a basketball jersey. With jet black hair slicked back into a messy undercut-mullet combo, Themp dashed through like a midnight train.
Jersey number? #7.
Name on the back? "Themp."
Mood? Zero fks to give.**
He slammed into Tham's back without so much as a glance, spilling half the rose peach tea onto the snow-white designer crop.
Silence.
A gasp.
Pai's eyes darkened.
Tim's jaw dropped.
Mon blinked and asked, "Did it rain?"
Gao's lip curled.
Tham stood frozen. Then—smirk.
"Oh… he did not." Tham purred, brushing the liquid stain with two fingers. The fabric clung tighter to his toned stomach.
"He didn't even say sorry!" Tim shrieked. "I hope his socks never match again!"
Mon tilted his head. "Tham, are you okay? Was that—juice?"
Tham grinned mischievously and ran a hand through his hair, eyes narrowing like a predator spotting prey.
"He's cute," he whispered, then louder: "Let's walk."
And with a snap of his fingers, the entire gang fell into step behind him—Mon still confused, Tim still pouting, Pai and Gao strutting like models from a mafia fashion house.
The crowd parted as they walked, eyes following the stained but sparkling Tham. Whispers swirled like perfume.
"Is he really not going to change?"
"He still looks better than us."
"Who was that guy?"
"DID YOU SEE HIS WAIST?!"
Meanwhile, Themp didn't even look back. But if someone had caught a glimpse of his smirk as he turned the corner… they'd swear he knew exactly what he'd done.
End of Episode 1
🎬 Next on Sugared Secrets...
🎞️ Episode 2: Make Him Beg
> 💄 He walks like a queen, drips like a scandal.
🎥 [slow-motion walk into the court]
🖤 Tham: "You'll beg for forgiveness… in front of this entire school, darling."
> 🏀 He hit him where it hurt. Literally.
🎥 [cut: ball slamming into Themp's abs]
😮 Tim: "Did he just—? OH MY GOD."
> 💋 And then he kissed him… in front of everyone.
🎥 [Tham whispering into Themp's ear]
Tham: "หวัดดีนะคะ ที่รัก~"
Fah: "Wait. What the f—?!"
> 😵 Fake history became real confusion.
🎥 [Bahmee gasping. Themp blinking in shock.]
Bahmee: "That's why he's been weird!"
> 💌 And as if it wasn't messy enough…
🎥 [cut: Tham sitting back with his crew, sipping tea]
Tham: "I slipped my stained crop top into his bag."
Tim: "WHY?!"
Tham: hair flip "Guilt makes people sentimental."
💌 Author's Note from Zorry Sunblaze:
Well, well, well… looks like someone just got stained in more ways than one 😏
So tell me—
✨ Was it Tham's waist?
🔥 Themp's zero-fks energy?
👀 Or Tim's poor bunny soul that stole your heart?
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💋 Team Themp or Team Tham?
🎀 And do you think this accident was really an accident?
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