The Eternal Thread

Part 2

Niren was on his way back from a concert , the city lights flickering by as he leaned his head against the car window, his thoughts adrift. Despite the exhaustion that weighed on him, there was a quiet elegance in the way he held himself, a natural grace that was impossible to overlook.

Niren's features were striking-his skin pale and smooth, almost luminous in the dim light, contrasting beautifully with his dark, tousled hair that framed his delicate face. His eyes, large and expressive, held a depth that drew people in, a magnetic charm that set him apart. His presence exuded a calm, almost ethereal aura, the kind that left an impression long after he had left the room.

As he drifted into sleep, the familiar image of a temple came to him once again. It had been days since he started dreaming about this place, a temple shrouded in mist with flickering lanterns casting long shadows. The dream felt distant yet strangely significant, each night leaving him with a growing sense of unease that he couldn't quite explain. The temple seemed to call to him, its silent allure pulling him deeper into the mystery with each passing night.

Niren woke with a start as the car slowed down, his heart still racing from the remnants of the dream. His manager turned to him from the front seat, concern etched in her features.

"Niren, you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Niren forced a smile, shaking his head slightly. "I'm fine. Just tired."

She nodded but didn't seem entirely convinced. "We're heading straight to the agency. The CEO wants to discuss something with you."

Niren nodded, leaning back into the seat, his mind still lingering on the dream and the unsettling feeling it left behind. Something was off, but he wasn't sure what it was yet.

Time skips

Niren stepped into Suthin’s office, feeling a rush of anticipation. He had been thinking about this opportunity ever since Ploy mentioned it on the ride back. Acting had always intrigued him, and the chance to work with a director like Supachai was more than he ever expected. He admired Supachai's movies, and the idea of being part of something so big excited him.

Suthin stood up to greet him, his usual professional smile in place. "Niren, good to see you. Supachai's team has been very impressed with your performances. They believe you’re perfect for this role."

Niren’s eyes brightened. "I’ve always been a fan of his work. I really wanted to try acting, so this feels like a dream."

Suthin nodded, pleased with his enthusiasm. "That’s great to hear. Supachai thinks you have the potential to bring something unique to this film."

But then, Suthin’s tone changed slightly. "There’s one more thing, though. Apart from the acting, your agency has agreed to some fan service promotion. You’ll be paired with Arthit vorapat

Niren raised an eyebrow, feeling his excitement dip. "Fan service?"

Suthin sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Yes. It’s become pretty common in these kinds of productions. Arthit has a strong following, and pairing you two for off-screen interactions could really boost the film's popularity."

Niren leaned back, processing the information. He wasn’t exactly excited about the idea of putting on a show for fans, especially with someone he didn’t know. But at the same time, he understood how the industry worked. He had seen it play out with other actors. It wasn’t ideal, but it was part of the job.

"I get it," Niren said after a moment. "It’s not exactly what I was expecting, but if this is part of the deal, I’ll do it. I’ll try to be professional about it."

Suthin smiled, clearly relieved. "That’s the attitude we need. You have great potential, Niren, and this could open a lot of doors for you."

Niren nodded, though the unease still lingered. As he left Suthin’s office, his thoughts were conflicted. He was thrilled about the acting opportunity, but the idea of forced chemistry for the sake of fan service left him with a strange feeling.

But no matter what, he would handle it. He’d prove himself, both as an actor and as a professional.