Kris groaned and reached his hand over his nightstand, groping for the darn phone.

He knocked over his hairbrush and some other stuff before finding it.

"Hello?"

He grunted into the phone.

"Kris. Yay, you're awake. I need you to get up and get me chloroform."

Yixing chirped happily from the other end of the line.

Kris blinked, pulled his phone away from his ear, looked down at it and blinked again.

"Why exactly do you need chloroform at 2AM?"

"Oh. There's a cute boy I'm trying to kidnap. He gets off work at 3."
Yixing piped happily, oblivious to Kris's growing rage.

"I'll meet you at the convenience store round the corner in ten. Thanks Kris."

The line cut off.

"What the . What. The. Actual. ."

Kris was rendered speechless as the dial tone rang in his ear.