The last three red plastic cups where stacked in his left hand, the right wiping off the counter for excess beer-tiquila-vodka mix that had ended there with sloppy movements and drunk bodies bumping against each other. The liquid was drowning the last stubborn flags and glittering stars.
Throwing the plastic away, Junhong tossed the cloth throught the room and it plopped into the sink of the kitchen.  He rubbed his tired and slightly burning eyes with fisted hands only to have them pulled away. Feathery lips brushed over his eyelids and an arm hoisted around his waist.
"Leave it for tomorrow. It isn't running anywhere." His boyfriend whispered gently and started to lead him towards their bedroom.
"Thank you." He mumbled back tiredly. Before he knew it, he had been undressed and placed in his bed, tucked into their bed, his boyfriend spooning him from behind and a secure arm around his waist.

The sun rose through the curtains and Junhong stretched lazily, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He opened his eyes which he regretted instantly. His hangovers hit him through his eyes and knocked to the back of his skull from the inside, playing pinball with the last braincells intact. Groaning he squeezed them shot in order to rest a little while longer. A light hum was heard from the kitchen and he peeked an eye open again. It was his boyfriend,