Tao huffs and rolls over, pulling his bed sheets up to his neck.

Then he curls into a ball.

Then he throws away his blanket and sprawls out.

Then he huffs again and rolls back.

It doesn't take long for Tao to slip his phone out from under his pillows, and he scrolls through his contacts.

Well, he couldn’t call Sehun. Sehun would call him a big baby and laugh before casually dangling Luhan in front of him.

Not Jongin. Kyungsoo would pick up and whisper and curse and scare Tao even more.

He couldn’t call Suho either; Suho was even more of a scaredy-cat than he was and would be paranoid of everything.

Well… Not his parents. That would be really awkward.

Which left Tao with the only option of… Kris.

Tao’s vision blurs and he has to blink the sleep from his eyes, his racing heart thumping loudly in the dark as he clicks on the dial button.