Chapter Text
December 31 of 1968.
"I think I'll have trouble to go to the party today Tae," says the short, black haired man walking next to the said one. Taehyung looked at his best friend, Jimin, who seemed to be upset while running his hands through his hair. "My parents decided this would be a fucking perfect day to have a "family time" so... I'm really sorry, I know I promised you that I would be there, but my parents are thoughtless-shits."
Taehyung brought his new camera to his eyes to take a picture from the scenery. An Olympus 35RC that was a gift from his mother, only yesterday, at his twentieth birthday. "I know how difficult they’re Jimin, mine are just like them," he took a breath of fresh air, a rare thing to do in New York, but they're visiting their families in The Hamptons where everything is green and pure oxygen, substantially different from the polluted downtown where they live and study. "Maybe it wasn't such a great idea to organize my birthday on the New Year’s Eve, but what can I do now?" he asks more to himself than to his friend. "Well, fuck it."
"At least Yoongi and Namjoon are going," Jimin said, trying to not sound disappointed. "And those two are very good company so…"
Taehyung arched one of his eyebrows. "I have to trust you on that one, because you know for sure that both are a good company."
"Shut the fuck up," Jimin half hissed-half yelled and quickly turned to see if their parents were paying attention. "Really, shut the fuck up Taehyung. We're not in a safe place to talk about this or that."
Taehyung laughed out loud, nonchalant. "Don't worry okay? Our dads are probably talking about their money, meanwhile our mothers are chatting about the new fashion trends..." he sighed. "Even if we’re visiting them today, they don't give a shit about our problems," Taehyung pointed the camera to his friend to take a picture. "You need to mellow out* dude, you look kind of paranoid. Give me an eye smile."
“Paranoid my balls Tae!" Jimin started exasperated. "You know our home is a dangerous place for us. Our parents don't know a thing about this secret life we carry on in NYU," he took one of his hands to his hair and sighed tiredly. "Remember what happened to Mark last month." Jimin whispered and his face was serious. He looked around just to guarantee that neither of their little brothers were near.
Taehyung put down the camera.
“I'm sorry,” he apologized. Then returned his gaze at Jimin with an anxious expression on his face. "I guess I'm tired of living like this. Even at home with the people we love, it's like -this is shit."
“This is shit," added Jimin. “But we must be careful, at least for now.”
Taehyung sighed and glanced at their brothers and parents, who were in the distance. “I don’t want to be melodramatic, but do you think that maybe one day we might talk about this freely? I mean, without the fear of being pointed out or beaten? Because this double life is becoming fucking exhausting.”
His friend looked at him almost saddened “I don’t know. I mean –I really hope so”.
The air was tense and full of emotions they couldn’t actually decipher. But it was impossible not to think about the latest events: Mark had been exiled to Europe, because his parents learned he was homosexual and not only that, but also subjected him to physical punishment prior to his "study trip" in the old continent. A disgusting and unthinkable action, especially if it came from his parents, thought Taehyung.
The scary part was not knowing how his own parents would react to a revelation like that.
“Kids!” their fathers shouted at unison, interrupting the deep moment. “The BBQ is ready!"
“We’re coming!” Jimin answered quickly. “Let’s go Tae.”
Taehyung grumbled and made a disapproving gesture. “Don’t they know that I haven’t eaten meat for the past three years?”
The comment drew a few chuckles from his friend and muttered quietly. “From what I know, you don’t eat that kind of meat”.
Taehyung rolled his eyes and gave a fake laugh to Jimin. “Really? Are you making that lame joke again? Give me a fucking break!”
-
“I’m sorry, what was your name again?” it was a very crowded night in the Stonewall Inn and it was difficult to hear unless you were extremely near the person you were talking to. So, Taehyung was almost fucking with the stranger but with clothes on.
“Jeongguk!” shouted the young man.
“Jeongguk,” the name rolled through Taehyung’s tongue. For the first time in the night, he really looked at the boy. Namjoon presented him as his longtime friend and it was a nice and surprising thing that someone new was hanging out with them, because everyone knew each other in here. Especially in the Stonewall Inn.
Jeongguk had coal-black hair brushed to one side, large brown eyes, full baby-fat cheeks and red cherry tainted lips, Taehyung thought he was a very handsome boy. He kinda reminded him of a much younger James Dean in the Rebel Without a Cause movie for his clothing choice: he was wearing a red flight jacket, white shirt and light-blue Levi’s.
They both looked at Namjoon’s direction when they heard him scream “Taehyung! What time is it?”
The said boy searched for his Omega Seamaster on his left wrist. “Eleven twenty! Don’t worry, we still have time until midnight!” he answered shouting. Then, his gaze returned to Jeongguk. “I can sense you don’t talk too much?”.
Jeongguk stared attentively, his cheeks turning a shade of pink, then he shook his head. “No, it's not that. Even though I'm far better at talking with people I know," he explained, the red in his cheeks only deepening. "I was a bit hesitant to come, because I didn’t know you, which makes me pretty anxious, considering you're celebrating your birthday.” He finished with a shy smile.
“Well, lucky for you, I’m a spaz* dude,” a pause. “So, I guess I’ll do all the work today huh?” Taehyung arched one of his eyebrows playfully, while putting his arms on the table. “Let’s begin with simple questions then. How old are you? Are you studying here? Your favorite color? And the most stupidily, but important one… Are you a democrat babe or a republican rat?”
He blinked multiple times, a bit overwhelmed because of the velocity with which Taehyung spoke, but he responded immediately. “I’m nineteen and a freshman in NYU since august, I love red and I guess I'm a democrat babe?” he finished saying, with one of his hands scratching the back of his head, in a nervous act. “Happy birthday by the way, sorry I didn’t bring a gift.”
Taehyung made a nonchalant gesture with his hands. “Thank you, I don't care about presents though, I'm glad you're here,” he genuinely thanked, but afterwards he offered a curious look at Jeongguk. “You have a nice American accent from what I hear. Are you sure you’ve been here only for four months?”
“Ah,” Jeongguk smiled while he took a sip from his drink. “Well, I’ve been living in The States since 1965. My aunts have a home in Washington and I only moved from there recently because academic issues.”
“I see,” Taehyung smiled with condescension, surprised at the revelation. “So, Washington DC huh? How was the White House?”
Jeongguk shrugged. “White and shitty as always? Though I got to say that Lyndon Johnson has a soft spot in my heart for all the brave decisions he has taken,” Taehyung's explosive laughter took him by surprise and he couldn't help but catch it. “What?”
“Wow, nothing. I'ts just I can sense a strong feeling about our president. It's cute.”
Jeongguk rolled his eyes. “Well, that's because he’s a very cool and brave dude. It’s motivating when a leader is interested in minorities like African Americans.” Jeongguk passionately added.
Taehyung stared at him for a few seconds, astonished. “You know? I love politics and social matters and the fact that a handsome, young guy knows what's talking about,” Taehyung interrupted himself when Jeongguk decided to choke with his drink and it almost came out from his nose. The older boy laughed at him, but quickly handed him a napkin. “What? Do you think it’s a drag* what I'm saying?”
“No, not at all. Sorry if you thought that..." he awkwardly cleaned his shirt. "It’s just –you don’t seem the kind to be into those things.” He ends up embarrassed and unconsciously whipes his shirt looking at everything but Taehyung, he in the other hand, observes Jeongguk is trying really hard to clean his white t-shirt, but sadly it already had a big red spot on it.
A little out of time, Taehyung playfully hits the other's arm. “What’s that supposed to mean Jeongguk?" he half joked with a hurtful expression on his face. "I feel tremendously offended right now.”
"No, no!” Jeongguk shouted an answer quickly. His eyes were two big moons demanding forgiveness. “I didn’t intend to sound rude or anything like that, I’m sorry.”
Taehyung showed his breathtaking rectangular smile and then winked. “I’m joking," he then laughed out loud. "You are like a baby .”
Jeongguk bit his lower lip at the adjective and his cheeks increased in color noticeably. He was still cleaning his shirt unsatisfactory when he said, without looking at Taehyung. “I don't care if you laugh at me. I deserve it, all this New York–bar scene is very new to me. Everyone is so cool and sometimes I feel overwhelmed and I end up saying tactless shit.”
Taehyung rested his head over his hands and arms in a V shape. “You don't need to apologize, if there's something you haven't done tonight is talk tactless shit. You're young and still learning, but you look like a thoughtful guy.”
Jeongguk smiled gently at the words. “Thank you and I’m not trying to sound narrow-minded, okay?" he gave up on continuing to clean the white cloth and then explained, sighing. "But I said you didn’t seemed into the politics or social matters only by a very stupid prejudice," he recognized embarrassed. "You look as if you belong to a magazine cover. Actually, I thought you were a Vogue's model with that face and your far-out* style,” there was a long pause. “You’re not a model, right?”
Taehyung felt like he was the shy one now, his cheeks were a strong shade of pink. “Shut the fuck up!” he outcried and felt the bitterness of his beer heavy in his tongue. He decided to change the subject quickly, but either way he felt his heart in his mouth. “Well, I’m not a fucking model. I’m in my sophomore year in Fine Arts at NYU if you want to visit me at the classroom sometime.”
Jeongguk laughed at Taehyung's verbiage and also surprised for the further invitation. “O– okay. I’ll go visit someday.”
“That would be really nice,” they both smiled sweetly at each other. “So, how do you know Namjoon?”
“Ah, well, our parents are longtime friends. My father is a plastic artist and my mother is a painter so we lived together in France for about… eight years? And we met the Kim’s there,” Jeongguk stated almost nostalgic, “Work for artists was considerably more profitable in Europe than in Asia.”
Taehyung nodded knowingly, remembering that Namjoon’s parents were lyrical musicians and were still living in Paris. “Unfortunately, the reality hasn’t changed so much for artists in Asia, for what I know.”
“You know well. My parents settled in Paris and after that at Amsterdam. We haven’t lived together for a long time." Jeongguk's voice sounded melancholic.
“You live alone?" Taehyung was genuinely surprised. "I mean, we all do here, but your parents are in the foreign?” Jeongguk nodded.
“But I have two aunts that live in Washington. We’re very tight.” He defended.
Taehyung felt something strange in his heart. He thought how lonely must Jeongguk feel with his parents living so far away and wondered if there was people in New York who took care of him, fed him, talked to him on a daily basis or something, which also made him realize how different their realities were.
Taehyung moved away from home at eighteen, when he was accepted at NYU. The moving from his parents house had been easy, because for him it was a synonymous of freedom. He was an “inside the closet” gay young man and his parents were tremendously conservative, so it never crossed his mind to reveal them that aspect of his life, mainly because of the fear that caused him to lose them or not living up to their expectations. The thought caused him to feel sorry for himself.
“Have you only lived in The States?” Jeongguk gladly interrupted his thinking.
Taehyung nodded. “I don’t remember to have lived in Korea because I was one-year old when my parents moved here. Therefore, this city is all I know” A warm feeling engulfed him at the statement, perhaps because although everything New York was his home and his safe place. “I’m guessing that you’re a cosmopolitan”.
Jeongguk laughed out loud. “Not exactly but, Korea since my birth until I was seven, and then Paris for eight years and lastly The States”.
“Well, you still surpass me for one and I might predict that you speak Korean, English and French?” Jeongguk looked embarrassed, but nodded again. “Jeez! That’s not easy for a nineteen-year old boy". Taehyung explained. "As far as I'm concerned, I only speak English and a very basic Korean, so I’ll have to ask you for help with the French because I pretend to travel to Paris for the holidays–”.
“Hey, you two fuckers” Their conversation was abruptly interrupted by Yoongi, that shouted with an apathetic voice. “Stop flirting with each other ok? It’s almost midnight and they’re giving all this stupid shit for free because 1969 is coming, and give it to a gay bar to think that 69 is a perfect number to celebrate”. He rolled his eyes and Taehyung couldn’t help but laugh at the outbreak.
Jeongguk snorted with his pink cheeks on full display, then meaningless replied at Yoongi who left without notice.
“We’re –we’re not flirting, we’re just ta –talking?”
Taehyung stood up and made a gesture to the other to follow him. “Yoongi is one of those guys who presents himself as apathetic and rabid, yet inside is the sweetest and softest there is. Don’t take him too seriously ‘kay?” The tight high-waist jeans were killing his tummy with all the beer that he’d been drinking. “You want to go the bar? Maybe get a pink and glittering hat or a clean t-shirt with a 69 on it?”
At the phrase, Jeongguk looked everywhere, now conscious of the crazy environment. “Where do they get those things?” he sounded astonished.
Taehyung laughed again and it seemed to be a common thing tonight. “Please, those are handmade. The people here takes very seriously the big events or celebrations, so you probably will not find those hats or costumes anywhere else”.
For Jeongguk the view was overwhelming, there were many different people. Some of them were kissing and hugging without fear, others were singing and dancing –of course there was too much alcohol and many drunk and stoned people– but also laughter and vibrant colors and textures. And there was this thing in the air... you could breathe happiness and freedom and that excited him like nothing else did before.
He closed his eyes and felt Taehyung’s hand in his. “The idea is to get to the bar before midnight and to not get lost”.
“I know, sorry. I’m following you”. The younger man simply replied.
“Alessandro is the owner of this bar” Taehyung said to Jeongguk out of nowhere. “Well, actually it’s the Italian mafia, but Alessandro is the legal representative and the guy who receive us and make us feel even better than home”.
Jeongguk tried his best to listen and be heard in the noisy crowd. “I guess that when you talk about “us”, you are referring to…?”
“Gays” the older man complemented. “And Queers, Lesbians, Bisexuals, the mentally ill and sinful people according to our authorities”.
Jeongguk nodded in understanding. “At least there’s a public place to hung out. In DC, everything was underground”.
“Oh, trust me Jeongguk, this is also very illegal and underground, but the mafia pays a big fat amount of bread* to the fucking police and in exchange they charge us with the most overpriced drinks ever” Taehyung shrugged. “But as you say, at least we have a place. This Inn is very special to us”.
At last, they were getting next to the display of clothing, when Taehyung joked. “Besides, imagine to be gay and Korean in this country, talk about minorities”.
Jeongguk was about to reply to the statement when a loud voice echoed into the flashy environment. “The sixty-nine is coming you all!” everyone cheered on and Taehyung seemed totally in his element as he reached a pink hat from the bar and put it on the head of the younger one.
“You look super cute and hip*”.
Jeongguk looked so shy. “Even with a penis in my head? Why do they have those on it?”
“Because we love male genitals” Taehyung said with a serious face but wobbling his eyebrows. “I mean, of course all of this is an exaggeration, but it’s just a way to show off our freedom in a full-penis all-pink kind of way? I know it sounds dumb, but…”
The younger boy nodded again. “No, it’s not dumb. It’s just a light spirited statement. A nicer response to all the violent persecution of the police and government in the last years” Jeongguk sounded passionate about it, just like the previous things he talked. “A “We'll love whatever we want to love” declaration is the best way of fight, at least for now”.
Taehyung looked at Jeongguk astonished. “Bingo” he said before he smiled large and rectangular. “You know? For a few seconds, I was scared that you didn’t know where you were getting into. I thought that Namjoon forced you to come and that you would be frightened of the place and the different people, but –you really get this and I mean all of this, the message too”.
Jeongguk smiled shyly. “I’m certain that I only get like, a tiny fraction of the whole message, but I try”.
Taehyung seemed surprised. As the night wore on, Jeongguk appeared to be a post-adolescent aware of his surroundings. He was not only attractive, but also intelligent, well-articulated and as if that wasn’t enough, possessed a cultural richness inherited from the countries where he lived.
“What are you thinking?”. Jeongguk was gazing at him questionably.
“Huh? Nothing important” he bit his lip. “I just thought that it was very nice to meet you tonight”.
“I think so too”.
Both looked at each other, almost fearfully at saying such statement.
The atmosphere was quickly interrupted from the New Year’s celebration host, that began the official countdown. “TEN!”
“Holy fuck, already?” asked Taehyung, looking around and not believing it.
“NINE!”
“EIGHT!”
The people in the Stonewall Inn was following the countdown in full volume.
“SEVEN!
“SIX!”
“Do you think we should look for the guys?” Jeongguk whispered to the older boy.
“FIVE!”
“Later, they must be in their own thing” Taehyung whispered back, then smiled excitedly.
“FOUR!”
“THREE”
“TWO!”
“ONE!”
“Happy new year!”
It was a surreal experience to be celebrating the coming of 1969 in The Stonewall Inn, Jeongguk thought.
Last year he was all alone at his house in Washington. His aunts tried to make it before midnight, but it was impossible since all commercial flights were canceled just hours before, because of the large amount of snow that fell that day.
All alone.
Maybe it was something he had to get used to, since it seemed to be quite common throughout his life.
However, here he was. Surrounded of people shouting and laughing. Others crying on the darkest corner of the bar, some of them kissing passionately and he didn’t know where to look at, because this was a first-time experience.
Well, he was nineteen, it was obvious the fact that never attended a party before and specially at a gay bar –Washington wasn’t very amicable in that aspect. So, when he decided earlier to go with Namjoon to this “Birthday/New Year’s Eve celebration” he was nervous about being denied to entry because he was a minor and he didn’t know Taehyung at all and that made him feel uncomfortable.
Just a few hours later and all these thoughts seemed ridiculous.
Taehyung was so beautiful, witty and friendly, so his company was comforting and that helped Jeongguk to feel relaxed and happy.
“Happy new year Jeongguk, can I get a hug?” Taehyung laughed and shook his head. “I’m sorry, I love to hug people”.
The younger nodded and laughed too “Of course”.
Their embrace was strong since the first moment they hugged. Taehyung decided to rest his arms on Jeongguk’s shoulders and he on the other hand, squeezed the tiny waist of the older boy. He could feel the warmness of his body and the faint smell of beer and vanilla from Taehyung. “Happy new year to you too”.
“You are a softy, Jeongguk” the other whispered, his voice almost breaking. “But– also, strong” he could feel the hands of Taehyung making his way from his shoulders to his narrow waist.
This wasn’t supposed to sound sexy at all, but Jeongguk couldn’t think of anything more than Taehyung’s hands on his body, continuously moving up and down. He was getting light headed or horny? He didn’t know for sure. Taehyung was a menace to the mankind.
Seconds or minutes later, he listened to the older say “I wish you all the happiness and love for this new year, because all you need is love” using a sing-song voice while referring to the hit-song of The Beatles.
Then, the embrace was slowly over and they looked at each other again, but this time Taehyung quickly deviated his eyes. He was unsure of these new feelings, because he was just knowing the younger boy and he couldn’t know what the hell was happening in his heart, but his soft and kind personality enchanted him without warning.
A seconds later, when he returned his gaze to him, he could feel his stomach-turning upside down. “What in the fuck is happening?!” he hissed.
Jeongguk was being smooched by a very familiar head of platinated hair. It was for sure John-fucking-Walters, the host of the party, a drag artist that Taehyung knew very well. “Stop it John! Oh my God, are you okay?” Jeongguk nodded quickly, however his cheeks were a furious red and he looked astonished when the drag artist moved away.
“Now, let me kiss you Tae Tae for the sake of the sixty-nine!” John moved closer to the alleged boy, but he retracted himself quickly and making a disgusted although playful gesture. “Ugh, I know you too well, I only like new meat. Au revoir”. He said, while wiggling his painted eyebrows.
“Oh my God John, I’m going to kick your tiny ass!” Taehyung shouted half joking. The other went away without further notice, moving his hips from side to side.
He returned to Jeongguk “Are you really okay? I’m so sorry, John thinks he’s funny, but he’s a ditz*” Taehyung made soothing movements in Jeongguk’s back. “I swear I blinked and there you were being all kissed”.
Jeongguk only moved his head and didn’t talk until a few seconds later. “For –for a moment I –I thought it was you” he smiled nervously.
Taehyung laughed out loud, shaking all his body in the process. “Would you have liked it that way?” he was amused, but strangely nervous too.
“I don’t know. I guess I’m shocked? I can’t seem to think straight” he moved his index finger to his lips, then shook his head for the umpteenth time.
Taehyung began to walk. “Well, we don’t think straight here”.
“Are you trying to be funny?”
“I don’t know, is it working?” the big smile on Taehyung was mesmerizing. He brushed Jeongguk’s hair and made a gesture to accompany him on his return to the table where his friends were.
“Maybe”.
They walked together in comfortable silence for a few seconds. Everything seemed comfortable with Taehyung, thought the younger.
“Finally! Where were you two huh? You’ve been lost for a long time” Namjoon walked towards the pair and hugged them. “Happy new year my friends, I wish you an amazing, splendorous and beautiful year”.
“Joonie” said Taehyung tenderly, hugging back. “I wish you all the best too and I love you”. Love you too, Namjoon answered almost whispering.
“So. How is my little friend doing? Is he being all awkward and vigorous in his statements?” asked the older boy while smiling sweetly. “I was worried about you, I couldn’t find you anywhere”.
“Uhm, first I’m not little and awkward Namjoon” he muttered, “Secondly, happy new year to you too and thirdly, I was with Taehyung like you said I should be” Jeongguk took one of his hands to his hair and remembered the hat. He removed it fast, embarrassed.
“That’s because Taehyung is pretty good at making new friends, unlike you”.
“You’re underestimating him Namjoon, he made a new friend all by himself”. Taehyung laughed, side hugging at Jeongguk.
“Shut up”. Said the younger.
“What are you implying Tae?” Namjoon arched one of his eyebrows.
“Well, pay attention to what I’m going to say.” remarked dramatically, “He kissed John Walters”.
“Oh my God! We didn’t kiss each other. It was more like a peck” Jeongguk explained, his cheeks were tainted again in a furious red. “And, he kissed me out of the blue. I don’t know him for God’s sake, I don’t kiss people like that.”
“Really?” Taehyung was playing with Jeongguk by now, “Tell me more about your kissing preferences, please.”
Namjoon laughed out loud at the situation. “You must feel proud, because you've been christened by the soul of The Stonewall Inn Jeonggukie, we’ve all been there.”
Taehyung nodded knowingly. “We’ve all been the fresh meat.”
“Taehyung!” Yoongi shouted from the bar, while taking the phone. “You have a call from your parents!”
“Really?” this was unexpected. They usually didn’t call, especially at The Stonewall. "Excuse me for a second."
Jeongguk watched as Taehyung walked away to take the call. It was dazzling to watch him walk, especially when his tight jeans glinted his curves delicately. He was unrealistically beautiful, as if he were the only one who didn’t belong to this place, but to a majestic world.
“You are fascinated by him.” Namjoon estated, interrupting his thoughts. Jeongguk made a disgusted face in response.
“I’m not. What are you talking about? Fascinated, who says those words nowadays?” he crossed his arms at his chest defensively.
“Well, I’m sorry nineteen-year-old boy,” Namjoon rolled his eyes. “Maybe not fascinated, but into him, you want to get into his pants, you want to go all the way with him?”
“I’m –I’m neither of those Namjoon. You're exaggerating as always... I just met him today and he’s good company, that’s all.” Jeongguk was trying to convince himself while speaking, because he was shitting himself at the remote possibility that he might like someone so sudden.
His longtime friend only nodded. “He’s a really special boy, very kind-hearted and imaginative, creative. But also, he says to many rude words. I’ve talked to him about it–”
“You sound like your old man*, stop it” Jeongguk interrupted.
“I don't sound like my dad and you’re avoiding the topic. I know you.”
“I’m not –It’s just” he sighed. “This is very sudden and I don't know what to think. So, the only thing I can say to you it's that Taehyung is attractive".
“Stating the obvious huh?” Namjoon laughed at him. Made a gesture when the said boy appeared again.
“What are you two talking about? Something interesting?” Taehyung was beaming, excited.
“No”
“Yes”
Both boys answered at the same time, they looked at each other graciously.
Taehyung looked at them strangely, but put it away rapidly. “So, my parents called me because it was an emergency. It seems that Sojin, my youngest aunt, is going to give birth tomorrow or something like that in Miami” he explained, even though nobody asked. “And they're going, so... The Hamptons house is going to be empty for three days...”
“What are you suggesting Tae?”
“You know Joon that I’m a very serious and responsible person when my parents are away,” Jeongguk didn’t know if this was a sarcastic remark, “So, a very very tiny, very low-profile party? Only us and the pool? Maybe, just maybe some drinks?”
“You even have to ask?” Namjoon answered quickly, “I’m in such a need of a good home party, I’m going to tell Yoongi and call Jimin right now.” he went without farewells.
Then, Taehyung became nearer Jeongguk. “And you? You're going to come, right?” his heart beat rapidly.
“I don’t know. Are you inviting me?” Jeongguk bit his lip.
Taehyung nodded. “I just did,” he copied the action of his company, his lip felt almost bloody, a few seconds passed. “So, what do you say?”
Jeongguk neared his lips to the older's right ear. The music was loud. “Yes.” he smiled at Taehyung, who just returned it as sweetly.
“We’re going to have a great time. I am a good time Jeongguk”.
“I’m sure about it”.