Five

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It happened as expected. After fighting with my script all night I woke up at noon, got up still yawning, came out of the room and didn't find anyone. Sib had probably already gone to the fitting I told him about yesterday, and that was that.

I walk into the kitchen to make myself a sweet coffee, but just as I'm finishing making it my phone, which I always keep with me as if it's another limb, starts making loud notification noises. I instinctively reach for it. The Line app popup says I have been sent a picture.

Tum (work) : (picture)

Tum (work) : (picture)

Tum (work): Is the leading actor handsome?

When I click on it I see a picture of Nabsib standing with another staff member, probably a stylist. He's wearing casual clothes that give him a bad boy look, his hair and accessories making it seem as if Kin has come to life. In the next picture he's wearing a normal student uniform. The difference from how Sib wears his own uniform are the hairstyle and jeans instead of slacks.

Gene: Well, I guess your kid didn't disappoint.

Tum (work): Are you already up? Sib said you would probably sleep for a long time.

I don't even have time to type a reply before he calls me. And it's not a normal call, but a video one.

"Yes."

I accept the call and walk over to sit on the sofa. The internet connection is quite stable, so I can clearly see people moving around Tum.

Tum smiles and adjusts the phone camera.

Did you see the outfits? So, how does the main lead look? Do you like it?

"Do you see me as someone who follows fashion?"

Hahaha. No need to worry, Gene. Even if the outfit isn't cool, if Sib wears it, it's going to look good.

"Hm." I purse my lips before taking another sip of coffee.

It's true. Didn't you see the pictures I sent you? The girls are all going to fall in love with him.

"Can I help you with anything?"

Oh, don't be sour. He's under my agency, I need to toot my own horn.

"..."

Annoying.

Oh, about the first day of filming...

(In the background) P'Tum.

Hm? What?

I see a close-up of Tum's profile as a familiar voice calls out to him. It's a bit chaotic as he accidentally lowers his phone showing me his oily double chin.

(In the background) Are you talking to someone?

To Gene.

(In the background) Has Khun Gene woken up already?

And then, when the deep voice gets closer, I realize that it belongs to Sib. Tum walks until he's close enough to Sib for me to hear him clearly despite the background noise. I want to tell Tum to hang up, since he's no longer talking to me, but it seems like he's paying me no attention. The camera spins here and there to the point of making me dizzy.

Yeah, he responded to the messages, so I made a video call.

Video?

Yeah. We're just talking. Go back to trying on the shirt...

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