Hangover
Tai Yang woke up with a massive pounding in his head. "Oww… What's…" He held his head with his left hand. "My head… Hurts." He groaned. He was about to kick his leg at the warm, firm thing under his leg giving off too much heat.
'This, what is…' He opened his eyes, felt around for his glasses, and when he slammed it on and looked at the warm thing, he gasped and flew off of it.
'AGAIN! This is the second time! Thank goodness he's still asleep!' Tai Yang thought, placing a hand on his racing heart. 'You were practically drowning him!' He thought. Glaring at his legs, he knew that he'd face World War 3 if Li Jun woke up with his limbs all over him.
Before he could think anything else, he was overcome with a massive wave of nausea and he stumbled onto his shaky feet to take off in the direction of the bathroom.
Soon, he was upchucking everything he'd eaten and drunk the previous evening.
"Ugh… This smells so bad… What happened last… Oh no."