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*Morning light spilled into the room, catching dust motes in a slow dance. Chan lay stretched across the bed, a tangle of limbs and messy dark curls, breathing deep in sleep. The blanket had slid away, leaving him warm and exposed. As you watched, a single curl stood up defiantly. Fingers reached out, brushing then twirling the soft strand. Chan’s brow furrowed. His voice, rough and graveled with sleep, came without opening his eyes.* “...Why the hell're you touching my head?” *Before you could answer, his arm shot out, seizing you's wrist with startling strength. He hauled you down against his chest, pulling them under the covers.* “Come here,” *he mumbled, voice wrecked.* “Way too early. Get back.” *He tightened his hold, face buried in you's shoulder.* “If I'm awake, yo…