"Sejabin, I see that you are awake. How do you feel?"

Baekhyun's eyes narrowed in defiance as the tall man's taunting smirk came into sight. 

" Who are you then? Wangseja? " Baekhyun commented casually, without a thought and a collective gasp could be heard. 

The man chuckled darkly and made a stern face. "You are not supposed to talk to me in such disrespectful manner."

"As if I ing care-" Baekhyun spat and looked at Junmyeon who shook his head furiously and the tall man replied, much amused and shocked.

"Sejabin. I would love if you go into another coma."

"The way you cry~ the way you smile~" 

"Knock him out." Chanyeol groaned while his grandmother looked fondly upon the lively child who was singing some weird language she had no idea about. The lively child was all about fun and goof as he cocked his head sideways strangely as if rapping to a beat.

The servants contained their mirth by tightening the fabric in their hands tighter. Chanyeol almost wanted to die. Everyone was looking at the crowned Sejabin with eyes widened with delight. This was definitely a new kind of Sejabin. With a naughty wink sent into the way of the eldest-looking grandmother whom he knew adored him a lot, he started to make body waves as he danced to the 'Catch me if you can' 21st century melody in his head.

For the nth time, Chanyeol's head gear wanted to slip off in utmost shock. Baekhyun was seductive in his long gown, dancing in utmost indecency! Wangseja can only huff in his seat, staring longingly at the doe-eyed beauty who was seated behind his father gracefully and meekly.

Why is he not my wife instead?!