*splash*

"Mick, Mick, Mick, MIIICK, Miiick! Wake up!" Ohm hastily gets another glass of water from the sink.

Mick's fall led to him falling on his shoulder, his injured shoulder. As the two fell on the harsh, cold floor, Mick couldn't help but whimper from utter pain before passing out, making Ohm panic and fret over what happened to Mick. 

"Darn it Mick," Ohm starts breathing heavily and carefully carries Mick on the bench in the bathroom. Ohm lays Mick like what Snow White's sleeping position was, caressing his innocent face as he looks deeply into his moisturized lips. Opening his bag, Ohm brings out an unopened ointment, an ointment for muscle pain it seems. 

"I thought I'd never have the chance to give this," Ohm brings in a serious face, anxiously removing Mick's shirt as he tries to prevent causing pain on the already-hurting boy. After removing his shirt, he painstakingly gets a grip of the ointment and starts dropping a fair amount on his right palm before scrubbing it over his two palms. 

"Here it goes," inch by inch, Ohm's palms Mick's injured shoulder, heavily breathing as he massages it. Out of nowhere, Mick groans, making Ohm fall off the bench awkwardly. 

"Ouch! Next time Mick, you'll be the one rubbing ointment on my tooshie," Ohm laughs for a bit before swiftly going back to his self. He Mick more but this time in a more gentle and careful manner. Call it sadistic but Ohm seems to be at ease while rubbing gel at the unconscious boy. Weird though, Mick seems to be sleep talking. 

"I love you too, P'Ohm," it was only a whisper but it was enough to catch the attention of Ohm. Ohm was sure of what he heard and his shocked reaction is enough evidence. 

"Hey, Mick, are you awake?" Ohm taps Mick on the nose with Mick wiggling it out of itchiness. Slowly but surely, Mick opens his eyelids and the first thing he saw was Ohm's ravishing and prepossesing physiognomy. Mick couldn't help but release a smile.

"What are you smiling about, Mick?! You were hurting an hour ago!" to Mick's surprise, he speedily gets up from the bench, sitting beside Ohm. 

"Wait, everything was a dream?!" a dumbfounded and clueless Ohm stares at a problematic Mick. Is he pertaining to what he whispered earlier? Hmmm... I'll just play it cool.

"What are you saying Mick?" Ohm asks while keeping a poker face.

"That you...me...I...GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Mick scratches the back of his head as he covers his tomato face with his hands. "I'm sorry, P'Ohm! I'm probably scaring you right now," Mick couldn't look directly at P'Ohm, signifying how shy he is for having such a detailed dream.

"No problemo, Mick," Ohm just smiles at Mick without even letting Mick know of what he heard earlier. "Here's your shirt, Mick," Ohm hands the PE shirt to Mick, an exchange of smiles surfaces.

"Thank you, P'Ohm, I guess I'll just have to wait until lunch for my mom," Mick dictates in a slight depressed manner.

"Who says your mom is gonna pick you up in school? She'll pick you up in my house. Don't worry, I already told her." Ohm jubilantly winks at Mick.

The two get up as Mick puts on his shirt. Still aching in slight pain, Ohm helps him wear it, leading to Ohm having his hands on Mick's waist.

"Thank you, P'Ohm," flashing a sheepish smile, Mick couldn't help but look down and stare at Ohm's hands lying on his waist. Ohm slowly separates when he notices how long he's been holding onto Mick.

"*cough cough* Let's go, Mick"

A/N: Another update~ :) Like what I always say every now and then, comments are highly appreciated, may it be a compliment or an insult. Hihi. 'till next time, bye internet. :)