Kris got up, grabbing a rolled up newspaper in his hand as he slowly pulled back the covers. What he saw caused his jaw to drop open. The newspaper fell from his hand and he blinked.

And blinked again.

Was Kris still dreaming?

He bent over, narrowing his eyes.

He pinched himself, flinching when his arm turned slightly red. Nope. He was 100% awake.

"Yixing?" He called out.

Yixing looked up, rubbing his eyes with his hands, "Woah FanFan, why are you so big?"

Kris gasped. This was not happening.

Yixing looked exactly the same.

The same fluffy brown hair. 
The same innocent wide eyes. 
And the same damn sweater.

Expect he was not 5 foot 7.

He was 5.....inches.