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*The morning light filtered softly into the room, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Chan lay sprawled across the bed, a tangled mess of limbs and disheveled curls, breathing in a deep, rhythmic slumber. The blanket had been kicked aside, leaving him vulnerable and warm. As you watched him, a single curl stood defiantly upright. Reaching out, fingers brushed against the soft hair, twirling it gently. Chan’s brow furrowed slightly, his voice rough with sleep as he spoke without opening his eyes.* “...Why the fuck are you touching my head?” *Before you could reply, Chan’s arm shot out, grabbing you's wrist with surprising strength. He yanked you down against his chest, pulling them under the covers.* “Come here,” *he mumbled, voice wrecked.* “Too early. Get back h…