Dear Roommate Please Stop Being Hot [BL]-Chapter 89: The Fever Fades, but You Stay

The room was still wrapped in the golden hush of morning.

Noel lay nestled into Luca’s chest, both of them tangled under the blanket like they’d always belonged there — limbs overlapping, hearts slowing in sync.

The fever hadn’t faded, but the tension had. Every touch now was calm, grounding.

Luca traced lazy circles along the curve of Noel’s back, his fingers warm and careful, memorizing the shape of him in silence.

"I can hear your heart," Noel mumbled, his cheek resting over Luca’s chest. "It’s loud."

Luca smiled. "It’s because of you."

Noel hummed, lips curving. "I like that."

They didn’t talk for a while after that. Just stayed there, held together by the quiet.

Then—

Knock knock knock.

Noel groaned softly. "I swear, if that’s the universe trying to test us—"

"It’s just soup and meds," Luca whispered, brushing a kiss into Noel’s hair. "Unless the universe also delivers Thai food."

He slipped out of bed reluctantly, grabbing the nearest hoodie — which turned out to be Noel’s — and tossed it over his head as he padded barefoot to the door.

When he returned, he held two bags in one hand and a pharmacy paper sack in the other.

"Your fever dream feast awaits," he announced, grinning.

Noel sat up slowly, hair sticking up in four directions, cheeks flushed. He looked completely unwell — and somehow completely kissable.

"Come here," Noel said, voice still thick with sleep.

Luca climbed back into the bed, setting the bags between them.

Noel peered inside, then looked up, amused. "You really ordered two soups?"

"I planned ahead in case you started pouting."

"I don’t pout."

"You do pout," Luca said, already unwrapping chopsticks. "And it’s tragic and adorable."

Noel narrowed his eyes. "Careful, or I’ll pour miso down your hoodie."

Luca leaned in with a crooked smile. "That’s your hoodie."

They both laughed — soft, breathy, a little delirious with joy.

Luca opened the soup containers, setting one gently in front of Noel. "Eat. Then pills. Then we can nap and kiss again. In that order."

Noel raised a brow. "So we’re kissing again?"

"Oh, definitely."

Noel’s cheeks flushed redder than the fever.

And Luca saw it — and loved it.

Noel blew gently on a spoonful of soup, then slumped a little back against Luca’s side.

"You said eat," he mumbled, already sounding like he was ready to nap again.

Luca dipped his spoon into the broth and offered it toward him instead. "Here. Open."

Noel blinked at it. "You’re feeding me now?"

"I don’t trust you not to spill on the sheets," Luca said. "Also... you’re kind of cute when you pretend to be helpless."

Noel gave him a look, lips twitching. "I am not pretending."

Luca raised a brow. "Uh-huh. You’ve got full drama-boyfriend mode activated right now."

"I am sick."

"Exactly," Luca said, scooping another spoonful. "Which is why I’m letting you be clingy and whiny without charging rent."

Noel let the spoon into his mouth, chewing slowly before swallowing with a tiny sigh. "...This is good."

"I know. Told you."

Luca leaned a little closer, spoon poised again. "Say ’ah.’"

"You know I can feed myself."

"But this is more fun," Luca smirked. "C’mon, don’t ruin the moment."

Noel rolled his eyes but opened his mouth anyway — slow, exaggerated, until Luca laughed.

"God, you’re so dramatic."

"And you," Noel mumbled after swallowing, "are enjoying this way too much."

"I’ve been waiting for this moment," Luca said, mock-serious. "To have my clingy boyfriend wrapped around me in bed, making grumpy faces while I spoon-feed him noodles."

Noel flushed. "I’m not clingy."

Luca scooped more soup. "You’ve had your arm around my waist for the last thirty minutes."

"That’s because I’m cold."

"You’ve also tucked your leg under mine."

"It’s comfortable."

"And you even growled when I tried to get up a while ago."

"...That one’s fair."

Luca grinned wide, triumphant. "Clingy."

Noel poked him in the side. "Loving."

"Clingy and loving."

Luca leaned closer, lowering his voice. "You wouldn’t let me leave the bed."

"That was different."

"Oh really?"

"Oh, yes" Luca grinned, feeding him the spoonful. "You’ve been latched onto me all morning like I’m your emotional support human."

Noel chewed slowly, giving Luca a withering look between sips. "You’re just upset because I wouldn’t let you leave."

"Correct." He dipped the spoon again, victorious. "Because you begged me to stay," he teased, mimicking a dramatic version of Noel’s voice, "’Luca, don’t go, hold me, you’re the only reason my fever hasn’t turned me to vapor—’"

"Omg Shut up." Noel swatted at him, but it was weak and lazy.

Luca chuckled, brushing his knee softly against Noel’s. "Just admit it."

"Admit what?"

"That you’re clingy. And soft. And completely obsessed with me."

Noel narrowed his eyes. "If I wasn’t sick, I’d knock the smug off your face."

"But you are sick," Luca said, feeding him another bite with exaggerated care, "so I win. Again."

Noel tried to pout. Failed. Then quietly leaned forward and rested his head on Luca’s shoulder with a small sigh.

"...Okay, maybe a little obsessed," he mumbled against the hoodie.

Luca froze for half a second. Then smiled — a quiet, glowing kind of smile.

He leaned his head against Noel’s.

"That’s good," he murmured. "Because I’m completely obsessed with you too."

They both laughed, heads falling together again. Luca pressed another kiss to Noel’s cheek without thinking — like it was the most natural thing in the world now.

Noel leaned into it, soft and warm. "Thanks for not leaving."

Luca looked at him — really looked. "I wasn’t going to."

Their eyes held.

Then Luca picked up another spoonful and said, "Now open up again, drama king."

Noel groaned. "If I ever get healthy again, I’m never letting you near soup."

"Oh, I’ll be feeding you forever," Luca teased. "You just don’t know it yet."

He fed him another bite.

Then another.

And after a few minutes of playful silence, Noel reached forward, stealing the spoon back. "Your turn. Can’t let you feel left out."

Luca arched a brow. "Gonna feed me now, your highness?"

Noel shrugged, then gently tapped the spoon against Luca’s lower lip. "Open up, clingy boy."

Luca smirked—and obeyed.

And as the soup cooled and their legs tangled further beneath the blanket, it felt like this was exactly how it was always supposed to be.

The soup had gone lukewarm, but neither of them cared.

Noel melted into Luca’s side, one hand still tucked beneath the hoodie — like he belonged there and always had.

Luca had stopped teasing. His fingers just gently stroked along Noel’s arm now, slow, like tracing something important into memory.

"You should rest," Luca said softly. "Before our class."

"Don’t wanna move," Noel murmured.

"I’ll carry you there."

Noel lifted his head with a sleepy smile. "That sounds like something you would do."

Luca shrugged, returning the smile. "I’m serious."

Their eyes held again — and even though it was quiet, something lingered. Not the fire of tension anymore... but a slow-burning glow. A comfort. A promise.

Just then, Noel’s phone buzzed against the pillow.

He groaned dramatically. "The universe is relentless today."

Luca leaned over and grabbed it for him.

"It’s Alex," he said, handing it over.

Noel squinted at the screen and answered with a half-yawn. "Hey."

"Hey," Alex’s voice came through, casual and warm. "Did I miss a time change or something? You weren’t in the library today."

Noel rubbed at his forehead. "Yeah... sorry. I kinda had a rough night."

Alex paused. "You okay?"

Noel looked at Luca, who was watching him quietly. His eyes softened.

"Yeah," His answer came slower this time."Actually, yeah. I’m okay now."

There was a beat on the line.

"You’re not alone, are you?" Alex asked gently.

Noel smiled faintly. "No. Not alone."

Luca glanced sideways, pretending not to eavesdrop.

"Well, good," Alex said. "You sound... softer. In a good way."

Noel’s brows lifted. "Softer?"

"I don’t know, man. Just... like you’re okay." There was a light chuckle. "Anyway, I’ll stop hovering."You have that seminar class later, right?"

"Yeah, evening."

"Cool. Just checking in. See you later?"

Noel hesitated. Then smiled to himself. "Thanks, Alex. I’ll see you there."

He ended the call and let the phone drop onto the bed.

Luca looked at him, brow arched. "You okay to go later?"

Noel nodded. "If you really carry me."

Luca grinned. "Done deal."

Noel rolled closer, pressing his forehead against Luca’s chest again. "I still have a fever, you know."

"Yup."

"Shouldn’t be near you."

"You’re already on me."

"...Good point."

Luca wrapped his arms around him again, drawing him in with quiet certainty.

And for a few more minutes, they stayed there — letting the day inch forward outside the window while time slowed just for them.

Noel let out a soft sigh as he nestled back into the pillows, the weight of soup, meds, and warmth starting to make his eyelids heavy again.

The fever was still there — faint but fading — and the only thing more comforting than the blanket was the steady rhythm of Luca’s breathing beside him.

"You still good?" Luca murmured, shifting just slightly to make space.

"Mmhm," Noel said, curling into him. "Just... sleepy."

Luca smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "We’ve got time before class."

Noel reached for his phone with a groan, fingers fumbling across the bedsheets.

"What are you doing?"

"Setting an alarm," he mumbled, brows furrowing in concentration. "Just in case. I don’t trust either of us not to oversleep in this dangerously perfect cuddle position."

Luca chuckled, watching him. "You’re ridiculous."

"I’m practical."

He finally tapped the screen, the soft ding of the alarm confirmation buzzing faintly.

"There. Forty-five minutes. Enough time to nap and still look semi-human for class."

Luca smirked. "You always look semi-human."

Noel slapped his chest lightly. "That was not the compliment you think it was."

They both laughed — quietly, lazily, the kind of laugh you make when you’re full and drowsy and your heart’s not carrying too much weight anymore.

Then Luca pulled the blanket higher over them both.

"Alright, drama king," he said, voice softer now. "Nap time."

Noel shifted even closer, arms wrapping gently around Luca’s waist, his leg sliding across his.

"Don’t run," he mumbled, already drifting.

"I won’t," Luca whispered, pressing another kiss into his hair. "I’m not going anywhere."

Something about the way Luca said it—without hesitation, without doubt—settled somewhere deep in Noel.

Like the kind of promise he never let himself ask for, but had always wanted.

Outside, the faint sound of wind rustled through leaves. A distant car passed. But inside the dorm room — inside this moment — everything stilled.

Two hearts. One breath.

And the soft comfort of knowing that, for now, they were exactly where they were meant to be.

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