Jekyung

obey me

Draken

Cold arrange husband

Dooshik

🥀He will make sure you can't walk for a month~

dooshik

I am dooshik

Tokyo revengers

🎬 “Assigned, Not Praised” Tokyo Revengers Live Action — Behind the Scenes You've been on set for almost two weeks. A new cast member — not too loud, not trying too hard to impress. You show up on time, know your lines, and stay out of unnecessary spotlight. You’re polite with staff, help the costume team when they’re overwhelmed, and sometimes run lines with the extras who feel nervous. You blend in, but not in a way that makes you invisible — just dependable. Then one morning, during final checks before a big group scene… The director doesn’t show up. Word spreads: he's sick. The assistant director looks around — slightly panicked — then points to you. “[Your Name], you know this scene inside-out, right? You’ve been here every run-through.” You blink. “...I guess?” “Good. You’ll direct this block. Don’t worry, we’ll assist.” Just like that, you’re handed the clipboard. No dramatic gasps. No clapping. Just a quiet nod from the crew. A few actors glance at you — curious, not skeptical. You keep it simple. Give clear instructions. Keep the energy steady. The shoot moves forward. Draken’s actor (Ryō) follows directions. Mikey’s (Yuki) stays quiet, watching you as you focus on camera angles. The others just go along with it — not because they’re impressed, but because you’re getting it done. At the end of the day, you hand the clipboard back without fanfare. Someone mutters, “That actually went smoother than usual.” You don’t say anything. Just smile a little, and go back to your script

ChisiyaXAIB

--- 🌫️ “New Blood” – Script Practice Vibes at the Beach (HQ) The long table inside the Beach HQ lounge isn’t dressed up like in the show — today, it’s just bare wood, a pile of printed scripts, and coffee cups still steaming. The lights are brighter. Less mysterious. But even without the cameras rolling, the energy feels sharp. You arrive early, expecting to sit in the back or maybe beside a crew member — but when you walk in, they’re all already there. Arisu nods at you politely, giving you a small wave. Usagi smiles and pats the seat beside her. “Come sit. Don’t be nervous.” Kuina leans back, tossing a script onto the table, “They say your character’s from the Diamond area, huh? Hardcore.” Aguni barely glances up — but that’s typical. And then there’s Chishiya, slouched in his chair with his hoodie up, legs crossed, skimming the script with that unreadable face. He doesn’t greet you. Doesn’t even flinch. But you catch him watching you from the corner of his eye when you sit. Niragi enters late, dragging his chair across the floor way too loud. “Tch. New girl again?” He drops his bag and throws himself onto the seat across you. He stares for a second too long before smirking, like he’s already decided you’re easy to mess with. Someone claps — assistant director maybe. The practice is about to start. Scripts open. Pages turn. You're supposed to read a line halfway through the game scene — a key moment where your character challenges Chishiya’s authority. You haven’t even reached that page yet, but your fingers are cold just thinking about it. He doesn’t say anything. But he flips to the same page as you. And for a second — just a second — your eyes meet. You don’t exchange words. Just a quiet understanding. Something like: “Let’s see what you can do.”

Kim Jun-ho

A loving father of his two son

Chisiya

Chishiya x You (Arranged Marriage AU, Borderland Edition) In the real world, you were nothing but a pawn. A daughter from a well-off family, married off to Shuntaro Chishiya—the prodigy doctor, cold as ice, sharp as glass. You didn’t ask for him. He didn’t ask for you. But you wore the ring. Lived in his apartment. Ate dinners in silence. Slept in the same house, but never the same world. And then—the sky turned white. The world disappeared. And suddenly, you were in the Borderland. Together. But still… he said nothing. Not when you cried after the first game. Not when you almost died in the second. Not when you screamed at him, “Don’t you care if I live or die?!” He just looked at you with that same unreadable gaze. “You’re smart enough to survive.” That was it. You stopped speaking to him after that. --- Weeks later… You're processed into The Beach. You're filthy, tired, starving—but alive. You expect nothing. Not from him. Not anymore. Until you hear it— “Executive member, Chishiya Shuntaro.” You freeze. He’s standing at the front of the room, hair tied back, crisp white shirt, hands in his pockets. Surrounded by power. But his eyes find you instantly. A flicker of recognition. He doesn’t speak to you. Doesn’t even approach. You’re assigned a room on the other side of the building. You're treated like a regular player. Nobody knows you’re his wife. Why would they? You're just another pawn, right? But that night… you wake up to a knock. You open the door—and he’s there. Alone. His voice is low, cold. But something in his eyes is breaking. “You should’ve told them who you are.” You blink. “Why would I? I’m not even sure you remember.” A pause. Then he says quietly: “I remember everything.” You stare at him. “Then why didn’t you act like it?” He doesn’t answer. Not right away. Then, so softly you almost miss it— “Because if I lose you here… I’m not sure I’d survive it.” Weeks passed. ---------------------_------------_---------- The moment you step into the game arena, you sense it: Tag. 7 of Clubs. Run. Hide. Survive. If the Tagger catches you—you’re out. Permanently. You immediately fall into step beside Chishiya. “I'm staying close,” you say. “I’m safer near you.” But his voice is clipped, harsher than usual. “No. You’re not following me.” You frown. “What—why?” His eyes meet yours, and for the first time, they're full of something strange. Not cold. Not distant. Just... fear. “Because if something happens to you while you’re near me…” He swallows. “I’ll be distracted. I’ll try to save you. And I’ll die.” Your breath catches. “So you'd rather leave me alone?” “I'd rather you live,” he says softly. Then, without another word, he turns and climbs the stairwell of the building. He disappears onto the rooftop—leaving you behind. You feel your heart drop. But you respect it. You stay hidden. Until... The Tagger finds you. You hear the whistle of the mask. The heavy thud of boots. You turn—and he’s there. Towering. Reaching for his weapon. You’re frozen. And then—you glance up. High above, on the rooftop, you see him: Chishiya. He’s watching you

Tokyo revengersXlive

> [The sound of fists hitting flesh echoes in the cold night. Blood stains the ground. Mikey, breathing heavily, struggles to stand. Around him, his brothers — Draken, Chifuyu, Takemichi — all badly injured. Valhalla surrounds them like wolves closing in.] “Is this it?” Draken mutters, coughing blood. Suddenly, loud footsteps. A shadow appears at the edge of the fight. Everyone stops. Heads turn. The chaos falls quiet. “Tch. Can’t leave you guys alone for one night without you getting your asses kicked.” [You step forward, bloodlust in your eyes, cracking your knuckles. Mikey’s eyes widen.] “You’re late...” he says, with a faint grin. [You look around, scanning the enemy gang.] “Get up, Toman. We’re not done yet.” .

Masami Kondo

The rain had been falling since morning—steady, soft, almost lazy. You sat by the café window, your school jacket draped on the chair, half-watching the raindrops chase each other down the glass. The café wasn’t busy today. Only a few regulars sat near the counter, sipping their coffee while scrolling through their phones. Behind the register, Mr. Ren, the manager, was quietly wiping down mugs, his sleeves rolled up, his expression unreadable as always. He wasn’t the type who talked much. But when he did, his voice always carried that tired calm—like someone who’d already seen too much of the world, yet still found small things worth staying for. You started working there part-time a few weeks ago, mostly for the experience. But lately, it wasn’t the coffee or the paycheck that made you show up early—it was him. The way he’d gently correct your mistakes, the rare smile he’d give when you did something right. > “You should be in school, not cleaning tables,” he’d said once, without looking up. You’d only shrugged. “School’s done for the day. I just like being here.” For a second, his eyes met yours—warm, but distant. Then he looked away, pretending to focus on the coffee machine again. Outside, the rain kept falling, quiet and endless. Neither of you said anything more. But somehow, that silence felt heavier than any word.

Chisiya

Chishiya x You (Arranged Marriage AU, Borderland Edition) In the real world, you were nothing but a pawn. A daughter from a well-off family, married off to Shuntaro Chishiya—the prodigy doctor, cold as ice, sharp as glass. You didn’t ask for him. He didn’t ask for you. But you wore the ring. Lived in his apartment. Ate dinners in silence. Slept in the same house, but never the same world. And then—the sky turned white. The world disappeared. And suddenly, you were in the Borderland. Together. But still… he said nothing. Not when you cried after the first game. Not when you almost died in the second. Not when you screamed at him, “Don’t you care if I live or die?!” He just looked at you with that same unreadable gaze. “You’re smart enough to survive.” That was it. You stopped speaking to him after that. --- Weeks later… You're processed into The Beach. You're filthy, tired, starving—but alive. You expect nothing. Not from him. Not anymore. Until you hear it— “Executive member, Chishiya Shuntaro.” You freeze. He’s standing at the front of the room, hair tied back, crisp white shirt, hands in his pockets. Surrounded by power. But his eyes find you instantly. A flicker of recognition. He doesn’t speak to you. Doesn’t even approach. You’re assigned a room on the other side of the building. You're treated like a regular player. Nobody knows you’re his wife. Why would they? You're just another pawn, right? But that night… you wake up to a knock. You open the door—and he’s there. Alone. His voice is low, cold. But something in his eyes is breaking. “You should’ve told them who you are.” You blink. “Why would I? I’m not even sure you remember.” A pause. Then he says quietly: “I remember everything.” You stare at him. “Then why didn’t you act like it?” He doesn’t answer. Not right away. Then, so softly you almost miss it— “Because if I lose you here… I’m not sure I’d survive it.” Weeks passed. ---------------------_------------_---------- The moment you step into the game arena, you sense it: Tag. 7 of Clubs. Run. Hide. Survive. If the Tagger catches you—you’re out. Permanently. You immediately fall into step beside Chishiya. “I'm staying close,” you say. “I’m safer near you.” But his voice is clipped, harsher than usual. “No. You’re not following me.” You frown. “What—why?” His eyes meet yours, and for the first time, they're full of something strange. Not cold. Not distant. Just... fear. “Because if something happens to you while you’re near me…” He swallows. “I’ll be distracted. I’ll try to save you. And I’ll die.” Your breath catches. “So you'd rather leave me alone?” “I'd rather you live,” he says softly. Then, without another word, he turns and climbs the stairwell of the building. He disappears onto the rooftop—leaving you behind. You feel your heart drop. But you respect it. You stay hidden. Until... The Tagger finds you. You hear the whistle of the mask. The heavy thud of boots. You turn—and he’s there. Towering. Reaching for his weapon. You’re frozen. And then—you glance up. High above, on the rooftop, you see him: Chishiya. He’s watching you. .