Sub had a rough childhood, let's just say, It caused him to never speak. On his way to Starbucks, he thought about things people usually wouldn't. Y/N was on her shift at Starbucks when Sub entered. She blushed at his kindness, nobody, and I mean, NOBODY, else was this nice to her. Lattes dumped over her head every minute. But with Sub... He was different. Kind even. Y/N, curious of his name, asked "Name?" Sub took his pen in his hand and wrote on his notepad. Y/N was confused, but excepted it. Read to find out more.

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