Fly Away, Promising To Return (DilucxReader)

Ch 14

As I'm pulling into the parking lot I see clouds rolling in. I hope (Y/N) isn't driving drunk in what looks like a storm rolling in. I park in my reserved parking and head in. I let Charles take a break and take the card Venti is going to pay with. I look down at the card, did he get it from Aether or one of the other band mates? He only ever pays in cash or.. This is (Y/N)'s card!? I look up towards him, are they here? I scan the room, but perhaps they're upstairs? No they'd be leaving.. Leaving with him? No way. "Venti, where did you find this." I feel slightly irked by this situation, and from earlier this might not end well.

"I was given it." He retorts, but he says it so matter of fact only infuriates me further.

"By them?" I say a little loudly. He nods, a little smirk appearing on his face. Why would they do that!? They just left it with him??? "Why do you have this!? I'll only ask you one more time, bard!" I hold up the card, waving it in his face. Is he even in the right state of mind??

"I let him.. now let him pay his tab and go." I turn to (Y/N), my anger being apparent, but seeing them makes me feel a slight hint of guilt. I hear a ding from their phone. Why would they do that? (Y/N) has never offered to do such a thing before.

"What.." I clear my throat and I hand back the card to Charles, who seems uneasy. Charles hands back my card with awkwardness. "How are you getting home tonight, bard?" Kaeya must still be upstairs, I can hear his annoying voice. It might be closing hour but Kaeya won't leave until he's kicked out. Venti leaves when he pleases, seems like he's leaving at a bad time however.

"I'll be taking him home." I can smell their favorite drink on them, they've been drinking. Should I allow this? Venti could walk home if he'd like, its close, but Amber's is rather far. Not to mention Jean being there. They put their hand on Venti's shoulder. "Goodnight." They grab Venti and start pulling him out of my bar before I can retaliate. After taking a moment to contemplate, I know I have to go after them.

I see them ready to start their car, so I yell out. "W..wait!" I'm rather out of breath. "Charles told me you were drinking." I lie. They roll down the window and look up to the sky. The clouds are rolling in much faster.

"I don't think my well being concerns you anymore Diluc." They say somewhat snappy. Of course this concerns me. "I'm a little tipsy, I'm fine. Goodnight, I'll be staying with Venti for the night anyways." As they're about to roll up the window I lean on the car, my forearm on the window. I can't let them.

"Doesn't concern me?" I start glaring at them. Why are they being so childish. "Can we ever talk without you turning it into an argument!?" I raise my voice slightly. They look back through their windshield, please look at me (Y/N). I can't bare seeing you so upset that you can't look at me.

"...I.. look, I'm taking him home. That's final, you still have to close out." They look back up at me, but it's with an awkward smile. I back away from the car, somewhat saddened by this conversation. It's like it's already for them, they've lost the fight they had. "I'm glad to see you're happier with Jean." They quickly leave, rolling up the window. Jean!? Jean!? Jean!? What did she tell them? I take in a deep breath, this has really gotten out of hand.

I head back to my office and look out the window from time to time. The drizzle has started, I hope (Y/N) got to Venti's safely. I finish up more and more paperwork as the night goes on, however this coffee hasn't helped fight off my drowsiness.

"Why can't you just listen to me?? It's the only thing I ask of you! Stay away from him, dammit (Y/N)!" I grip my mug and glare at them. He's already tried something once, knowing him he will again.

"Well.. you don't see me getting jealous about all the people who throw themselves at your feet! I mean for fucks sake! Especially her! Your brother hasn't done anything since that night!" The grip on my mug has my knuckles whitening. She isn't doing that, she only needs someone else to rely on than herself. Why can't she see that!?

"I see the way he's been looking at you! You can be so dense!" The hungry stares he's been giving them, I can't stand it!

"She has the biggest crush on you, but have I told you to stay away from her!? No! If I told you to stop contacting her, would you!?" I let out a big huff and take a large sip of my coffee. This is getting us nowhere. "I thought so.."

"Why you..!" I slams my mug down on the counter. I can't deal with this, with Jean and her business family problems. Only to come home to this! "Just listen to me!" Why can't they see I'm doing this for their own good?

"You listen first! Stop talking to her." They say firmly. I run my hands through my hair sighing. It'd be wrong for me to, to just leave Jean in such a vulnerable state.

"You know I can't." I say sighing outwards, trying to let go of the anger rising inside of me. I don't like yelling at them.

"I can't stand it...These past few months have had me restless, worried, and you see one thing you don't like and you're blowing it out of proportion! You know I can't either, he's the instructor of the art class!" They have more options than Kaeya, options I've offered to accommodate them for.

"You could try not to!"

"You can too!" I close my eyes, not believing what I'm hearing. Why are they arguing this so strongly. Am I really in the wrong?

"What's so hard to understand!? I work with her, he's in your damned club!" This was getting too much for us. Why couldn't they just talk this out normally.

"He's the teacher. You're basically telling me to quit, and now that you mention it," a small, seemingly, innocent smile spreads on their face, "it's time for me to go there." I watched as they grabbed their things and left. I ended up splashing my face with water ten times over, are they purposely making me jealous or something!? We need to talk this over. We can't keep letting our emotions get the better of us.

I start getting shaken, I awaken groggily. It's Charles, and it's morning. I can't believe I fell asleep in my office. And that horrible dream. If only I could do it over. I need to go to the grocery store now, what time is it? Close to 12, but still 11.

I go into the grocery store and find Valentine plushes. Who would want your, still very much, over priced teddy bears? How are there still Valentine plushes in March? I would've assumed they'd been cleared out by now. I look at the options, not many and not great. A standard bear, but it's saying is a little too corny, a turtle holding nothing more than a heart, and some deflated balloons. I buy the turtle for Klee and leave with it, not wanting to carry it back to my car later. I turn to see (Y/N)'s car leaving. There's been signs pointing to the fact I need to talk to them. I can't let our break go on any longer, first I need to get my groceries however. I text Jean to meet me at the park so we can talk, and decide to call (Y/N). Each ring seems to last an eternity.