Taeil had been working at the little cafe for a while, the monotony of trying to earn money becoming his life. As often as he'd like to quit he couldn't afford to, despite the fact that he generally disliked all of the people that came in.   Until someone started requesting his tables.   Until someone started leaving him huge tips despite his small bills.   Until someone started folding those tips into shapes, creating folded pieces of a

Kyung had always had a pretty easy time in school. He had good grades, good teachers, and good friends. But sometimes a misplaced glance can make life a living hell, and Zico was nothing short of a demon in Kyung's eyes.   ---   This is a work of FICTION     And it's gonna be long. I hope you guys don't think Block B/violence is too overused because if you do I don't care because I'm g