It's All I Wanna Say~Sub X Reader

Meeting a Mute

[Your POV]
I was getting ready for another usual day, of my usual job, with the usual customers. Starbucks.

People come flowing in, almost each person complaining and dumping their lattes over my head.

I don't understand why I'm the one who gets lattes dumped on me, all I do is take orders and give them out.

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So I was washing down the counters and ringing out my clothes from the last latte dump, when the door chimed.

'Ding'

I looked upwards and plastered a smile on my face like I usually had to, "Hello sir! What will it be?"

This guy had a green shirt, jeans, and silky brown hair and he seemed to be quite happy today. A smile plastered on his face.

He takes out a notepad and scribbles words down, he flips it around and it said, "1 small pumpkin latte please" while he kept his smile on.

I nod but think 'Why isn't he talking?'

"Name?" I asked him, smiling.

He scribbled some more and flipped it around, "I'm Sub, I presume your Y/N? If not, then your name tag says otherwise"

I giggled "No your right, I'm Y/N"

Grabbing the cup, I heard the door chime once more. I ignored it at the time and continued on the latte.

The bell on the counter sounded and I turned, "Lady, get me a latte and make it snappy!" He instructed.

I placed the pumpkin latte in front of Sub and said "That'll be $5" I completely ignored the impolite man.

He pounded on the counter and yelled "DID YOU HEAR ME?!" He grabbed the collar of my shirt and it slightly choked me.

Sub grabbed the back on the mans shirt and tugged it, it choked him slightly, causing him to let go of my shirt.

The man caught his breath and reached into his pocket, "ALL I ASKED FOR WAS A LATTE! NOW PEOPLE WILL HAVE TO DIE!!!" He pulled out a pocket knife and lunged at Sub, knocking them both to the floor.

Struggling, Sub tried his best to keep away from the blade.

"SUB!" I called out.

Sub was putting all his might into keeping the blade away, he was trying too hard, a single tear dropped from his eye. I felt as if I was gonna cry, a single tear from my eye too.

I hop over the counter and lunged over to where the man was fighting Sub, I yank my hardest on the man's collar, causing him to choke, he coughs harshly.

I quickly helped Sub up, he hugged me tight and let go after only 5 seconds. I blush slightly and flip out my phone dialling 9-1-1

[Time Skip]
On his way out, the man kept screaming about how we had horrible service. I didn't care.

Sub poked my shoulder and I look at him, he shows me his notepad, it said, "Hey... Thanks"

I smiled "It was no problem, really"

He smiled and looked at his feet with a slightly pink face.

"May I ask something serious?" I questioned, he nodded and I twiddled my thumbs a bit, "How come you don't talk...?"

Sub's expression became more sad and he looked downwards, his hair covering his face. A few tears came down his cheeks as he wiped them away.

I gently grab ahold of his shoulders and pull him into a hug "I'm sorry... I guess your not comfortable with me yet...?"

I felt his head shake slowly 'no'

We part from the hug "What is it then?"

He hesitantly takes out his notepad and pen once again, and began to scribble.

After a while of him writing, he hesitates, but hands the notebook over to me.

'When I was a small child, my father was abusive. I'm still unsure to this day why he was, did he drink? Or was he just angry?

My siblings would do stuff like breaking furniture, and stealing things out of my parent's room. They'd plant the blame on me and I'd get punished.

One day, my dad had enough. He pushed me down the stairs to the basement, causing a throat injury. If that wasn't enough, he rushed down and beat me at neck level.

My father was arrested, and I was taken into care, turned out that I had lost my voice. Completely. I was only 6 years old.'

Tears fall down one by one, until tears flowed down my cheeks. Sub hugged me and rubbed circles on my back.

"I...I'm so sorry Sub..." I said between sobs.

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Honestly, I don't believe that's why Sub is a mute, just... I needed the feels, okay?

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