tim once told kon that he’d regret breaking into other people’s places without warning. that was a long time ago, and he’d ignored it then, but right now it’s all he can think about, now that the consequences of his actions have finally caught up with him.
did tim say love? kon’s much deeper into this than he thought. there’s a strangled lump in his throat where a cautionless joke got stuck, delayed by the fear that he’s just heard an entire confession he wasn’t supposed to. maybe. or not yet, at least. what does he do? he’s not prepared to answer this so suddenly, with the way his head is swimming, he can just barely focus on the very real, immediate situation of being where he shouldn’t be, and that he needs to fly back out before tim realizes he’s there.
slowly, kon starts floating backwards from the direction he came, not even breathing, for the fear that it’ll throw his direction off. if he can just focus on the back of tim’s head as a focal point, he can be gone without any notice at all---
there is no greater mortification when his shoulder unexpectedly bumps into the doorframe.
kon inhales sharply, sticking to the wall like silly putty. and boy, is his face, burning.
“i--i was just leaving- i mean i was just- i just got here----”
tim had been sneaked up by almost everyone in his life, yet took a defensive boxing stance, incase he had to jump into action. and when he saw who it was, it took a moment to process who it was-- blindsided by the appearance of the very person he wanted to ask out, and confess his feelings to.
instantly, he took a step back, crashing into the wall himself, having the superboy poster he was pouring his heart out to, drape over him like a blanket, covering his view completely. good, that way he kon couldn’t see his reaction and make fun of him for it. how ironic to have a smiling poster of his face mocking him. to make matters worse, he heard his father running up the steps after hearing the loud BANG of his elbow crashing into the wall. it didn’t take long for jack drake to storm into his room and check to see if his son was alright. instead, tim half expected his father to be angry for making loud noises, however, he didn’t know his own strength, ‘cuz there was a big ol’ hole to remind him of the unfortunate last two minutes.
tim apologized a million times, telling his father he was trying some karate moves he learned from a friend, and it went wrong. jack ripped the poster from his face, bunching it up and throwing it over his shoulder. tim held his elbow, which finally started to throb from the impact, then looked away as his father went off about being more responsible and careful. jack huffed and complained the entire way out of his room, saying how reckless teens his age have become. typical. his father never bothered to see if he was alright. he was far more focused on having to spend money on repairs. ‘hey tim, are you hurt? did you break a bone?’ technically, no. he had enough training to prepare his body for sudden force, but it still left a bitter taste in his mouth.
it only made it worse for kon to be there to witness not only him making a fool of himself, but his dad chewing him out about the wall. tim didn’t care anymore. the day couldn’t get any worse anyway. still holding his elbow, he hugged himself, he brought up his legs so he could place his forehead on his knees.
he sighed loudly, wanting to cry from the embarrassment.
❝ kon, if you’re still there, go away. i--- ❞
