NANA

hwarang

~In which Nana gets to dress up again~

Taehyung was running around the large apartment. His screams were too loud and incoherent to translate properly, but Nana managed to catch two words, "got in."

"Tae-tae, what are you talking about?" She finally grabbed onto him and forced him to calm down a little.

"I got in! I got the part!" He waved his phone around. "I just got a call and they told me I'm good!"

She laughed, "congrats! You deserve it! I'm so proud of you." She pretended to wipe a tear from her left eye, "you just grow up so fast; I mean, it feels like just yesterday you were asking me for snacks and you were only three feet tall–"

"I'm older than you!"

"I traveled all this way just to raise you in Seoul, and this is how you talk to me?"

Jungkook, walking into the living room, caught her words. "I know the feeling. I came all the way from Busan at the young age of 16 to raise Jin-hyung." The two high-fived. "So, what are you celebrating?"

"I got the part!" Tae danced around Jungkook, who laughed.

"Nice!" He turned to Nana, "they grow up so fast, don't they?"

"That's what I said!" The two giggled at their similar sense of humor. Taehyung just sighed.

~

It had been weeks since Taehyung started filming. Honestly, the group was missing him; they were used to seeing his face around a lot more often, and no one felt this more than the maknae line. 

"Do you know when he's getting back?" Nana wondered aloud, directing the question to nobody in particular. She was currently laying upside down on a comfortable armchair, her hair dangling and brushing the ground gently. 

Jungkook, in a similar position, which began as mocking her and then evolved to him being bored and having nothing else to do, spoke, "he said he'd be back soon."

"He always says that," Jimin groaned from his spot. Likewise, he was upside down, mimicking the other two. 

A knock on the door sounded. Without waiting for an answer, Jin opened the door, only to see the trinity doing weird things. Again. Unfazed, he announced, "dinner's ready. Also, Nana, Tae says to answer your phone."

Scrambling up, groaning at the sudden motion and the way her head felt, Nana grabbed her phone only to see twelve missed calls from the very boy she'd been missing. Sheepishly scratching her head, she grinned weakly. "Oops?"

"Ask him when he'll be back," Jimin insisted.

"Ask him yourself, you big baby."

"He won't answer me. He says he's getting into character and they didn't have phones back then."

"Then how is he calling me?"

"You're right!" He shot up, narrowing his eyes accusingly. "That liar!" He ran out of the room, probably to dial Tae's number five billion times.

Nana rolled her eyes playfully, calling Taehyung back. He answered on the sixth ring.

"Yo, what's up?"

"Don't 'yo, what's up' me. What's going on? Also, Jimin wants to know when you'll be back."

"First, tell him that I'll be back by 10." He paused to give her time to relay this information, which she did by yelling at him. Jimin stomped into the room with a big pout on his face. 

"Tell him that I'm not talking to him anymore," Jimin huffed as he resumed his position upside down on the couch.

"Chim says he's not talking to you anymore," Nana relayed.