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The gun that is pressed into his head digs deeper as the men in the room stiffens.
He was tired, tired of the men and their mouths which won’t shut up. Talking and waiting for their boss to show up. Who the fuck was this boss anyway?
He had once asked this question, and got a nice slap across his face, which he was sure left a nasty bruise on his otherwise perfect face.
His muscles scream from staying in the same position for far too long, head hurting with anticipation and fear.
A fear he doesn’t show on his face.
These stupid mutts got another thing coming their way, if they thought that they could make him bend to their bidding. He survived his fucking ex, these idiots had nothing on that monster.
He doesn’t even know what time it was or how long it has been since he was taken away. All he knew was that he was supposed to meet his ex- husband for a quick discussion after the photoshoot. But there he was draped in black luxurious and rather revealing clothes, held hostage by a bunch of mobsters.
He curses in his head. Where the fuck was his body guard when he stepped out of his changing room..
Bodyguard.
Right.
He remembers now. His very own personal guard was not the one who escorted him through the event. His guard had been sick, and after two long years Taehyung had asked, rather insisting that the man had a well deserving rest for a day, and asked for another guard as substitute for the day.
He closes his eyes.
The man takes one day off, and he gets kidnapped.
Fucking hell.
Did his guard even know?
Fuck, he knew all of them would be over if his guard got to know. His guard was extremely protective of him, in fact he was the one that got him out of his marriage with his abusive husband. And to know that Taehyung got kidnapped on the single day he tried to stay back and rest, oh boy.
Did he know?
Would he come here?
For Taehyung?
Would he get up with his high fever just to come and save a mere model? Or would he go to the police and wait till they found him.
“Boss is here!” Taehyung stiffened when a man spoke, he looked over his shoulder slightly as the men ran around the room, making sure everything was in place.
He wanted to laugh, why were they so scared of this so-called boss anyway? What was he? A mob boss?
Before he could think more the metal door to the old warehouse swung open, a man entered, dressed in a long coat, head lowered, a huge hat on his head.
Taehyung’s face paled.
He didn’t have to see the face to know who this man was. The sound and the rhythm of those slow footsteps, the build and the slight twitch of the right hand the man had while he walked was enough for Taehyung to know exactly who he was.
Those little things were very familiar to him. Familiar to the point that they used to give him nightmares, evoke the wildest of fears within his entire being. Those features once had him traumatized.
And he hated the way his heart still had a spark of fear at the sight of the man.
He watches as if in slow motion, the way the man slowly raises his head.
‘Dramatic raccoon’ his inner bitch snickers, but Taehyung swallows as the man smirks at him.
“Hey baby doll.”
Something hardens inside Taehyung as soon as he hears the nickname, whatever fear he had in him disappears in a jiffy.
He tilts his head up, chin out, ignores the way the barrel head almost breaks the skin of his forehead.
He smiles.
“Sungwoo.”
“What the fuck do you mean he is missing?!” The roar that fills the control room of the agency along with the sound of the door slamming into the wall, makes all the guards present flinch hard.
They all turn collectively to look at the man that just entered.
Well, shit.
“What are you doing here Jeon. Were you not si-” Eunwoo stops short as he sees Min Yoongi and Park Jimin entering the room right then. “Fuck.”
“Tell me what happened.” Jungkook almost growls, takes a threatening step forwards. “Tell me what happened right now, or I swear to god I will end all of you quicker than you can spell your fucking name.”
Eunwoo sighs, turning around to look at the monitors again, where some agents were looking at the CCTV feeds of various rooms..
He wipes his mouth before looking back at Jungkook with a grimace..
“Taehyung was taken..”
The silence that fills the room is deafening.. He almost flinches as he hears a single foot step..
“From where?”
Jungkook’s voice is eerily quiet..
“Outside..”
“Outside?”
Eunwoo wets his dry lips.. “He had supposedly excused himself from the make up room after his first shoot and gone out to take a call..”
This time he finches hard, when Jungkook stops right next to him, turning to face him..
“And he went alone?”
Eunwoo purses his lips..
“It was company gro-”
“Did he go out alone or not?!”
The venom in that voice almost burns him..
“He.. He did..” He groans, fearing his near future..
For a moment, the entire set of guards holds their breath.. The minor guards were stiff with tension, fear clear in their eyes.. They jolt when they hear the safety of a gun being removed, eyes widening as they watch Jungkook walking towards the guard who was supposed to be guarding Taehyung..
“What’s your name?” Jungkook asks, stalking towards him, something he hadn’t been bothered to know earlier.. He tsks when he sees the guard trembling in fear.. “Tell me your name or help me god..”
The sound of the gun going off makes the entire room panic, save for Yoongi and Jimin.. The guard who had the lion’s attention had yeeted himself a few feet away staring at the bullet, now lodged on the wall where his head was in front of, mere seconds ago..
“Name.. Give me a fucking name..” Jungkook spits..
“C-Cha Gunwoo..”
Jungkook hums, nodding.. “And Cha Gunwoo what the fuck did I tell you yesterday when I ran you through the safety protocol yesterday? What did I tell you would happen if something happened to Taehyung?”
“S-Sir.. I had t-to go t-to the bathroom.. I asked Mr. Kim to n-notify me immediately if he had to go some-” he squeaks as another gunshot shakes the control room, the bullet whizzing past his ear, barely missing it.. He knew the man missed his ear on purpose.. He stares at Jungkook with wide scared eyes..
“What the fuck did I tell you would happen?” Jungkook growls, eyes flashing as if he was possessed..
“T-That you w-would l-land me in t-the-”
This time, even Yoongi and Jimin flinch when the said guard, Cha Gunwoo, screams, as bullet after bullet pierces his skin in various places..
“Hospital..” Jungkook spits.. ”I swore that if anything happened to Taehyung, I would land you in the hospital for weeks..”
He sneered shooting one more time getting the guard square on the leg..
“If there is so much as a scratch on Taehyung’s body when I find him, be ready to get yourself into a body bag..” he growls.. ”This is not a fucking threat.. It's a fucking promise..”
With that Jungkook is turning around, grabbing two more guns from two guards nearby and is storming out of the room..
“Jungkook! Jeon! Jeon where the fuck are you going?” Eunwoo curses as he tries to follow him but jumps back when another shot is fired..
“Stay out of my way and keep the fucking police off of my back.. I won't spare any of you if the police find their way to me!”
Eunwoo stands there gaping at the male’s retreating back, before whirling around to look at the CCTV, and they can only watch through the cameras as Jungkook gets onto his bike and shoots out of the underground car park..
Fucking hell..
Taehyung grunts as fingers dig into his face..
“Let go of me..” He bites out, eyes blazing as they train on his ex-husband..
Sungwoo laughs coldly.. “Oh I see the kitten has got a mouth on him now..”
Taehyung stares at him before snorting.. “Let me out of these binds. I’ll show you what I got exactly.. You’ll see that the kitten’s claws are sharper than his mouth..” he smiles sweetly..
His ex-husband’s face darkens.. “How fucking dare you?” the man hisses.. “I brought you to where you are… I gave you everything you have.. I gave you those rich fucking clothes.. Your entire fucking name.. and you dare to talk to me like that?”
Taehyung clenches his jaws..
“He did nothing..” His voice is full of conviction as he speaks toTaehyung.. Taehyung’s heart beats in overdrive as the heat of those hands seeps into his cheeks, as he lays there on the hospital bed..
“That bastard gave you nothing, Taehyung.. He might have got you a comfier bed to sleep in, but he didn’t get you the position you are in today.. He didn’t get you the title of ‘Youngest and highest paid top model of Asia..’ He didn’t get you your beauty nor your confidence in front of a camera.. Don’t let anyone and I mean anyone , especially that good for nothing bastard tell you otherwise..”
Taehyung’s heart trembles his own eyes filling with tears as he gazes into those black pools which were holding a look of finalty, as if the man before him would never believe a word outside of what he was saying..
“All he fucking did was cage you, abuse you, take advantage of you, rip your freedome, your smile and your identity away from you..” Those dark eyes fill with rage for a fraction of a second, as a rough yet gentle finger caressed Taehyung’s bruised face..
“Whatever you achieved as V, is yours.. It was, is and always will be yours..”
“V stands for Victory when it comes to you.. Your victory belongs to you.. To V.. Don’t ever forget that..”
He smiles at the memory.. It was only a few months ago, but he felt as if years had passed with him .
“The fuck are you smiling at?” Sungwoo spits, shaking his face..
Taehyung glares at the man.. “You didn’t give me shit Sungwoo..” He grits out.. ”The only thing you gave me was trauma.. My name is mine.. Taehyung, is me. V, is me. It’s all me.. I stood in front of those cameras, I posed in front of them.. I walked down those ramps.. It’s my body.. It’s my beauty.. Not yours..”
Sungwoo throws his head back, laughing like a maniac.. “Beauty? Beauty? You are fucking ugly..” he taunts, roughly letting go of Taehyung’s face.. “If I pace a mirror in front of you, you will understand how fucking ugly you are..”
Taehyung gasps, huge eyes trained on his ex..
“Is it that obvious?” He pouts. “I was trying to look like you today..”
The slap that rings through the room is sharper than Taehyung thought it would be.. His cheek stings with the impact of it, and he is sure that it would bruise pretty soon.. He keeps looking at the side, in mere surprise.. A shudder runs through his body, memories awakening, his tied limbs struggling against those ropes to protect himself on muscle memory, but fails terribly.. He keeps panting harshly for a while before he closes his eyes, and tries to calm down..
“You are gonna regret that..” Taehyung murmurs shakily.. “You are going to regret ever touching me, you fucking coward..”
He slowly turns his head towards the man, eyes full of anger..
“Using violence like the coward you are? Hmm? Can’t ever take the truth Sungwoo.. How pathetic..” He laughs.. “You are pathetic.. You hear me? You are fucking pathetic.. You only know how to throw a tantrum like a fucking child when things don’t go your way..”
He smirks looking at his enraged ex-husband..
“You wanna beat me? Go on then.. It’s nothing that I need to get used to.. Come on.. Beat me..” He laughs.. “Beat me Sungwoo.. Beat me, hurt me, abuse me, scream at me, tear me apart.. Come on. Try to kill me, why don’t you? Like all the other times? Rape my pride off of me.. No one is stopping you from doing so right now Sungwoo..”
He eyes the way his ex-husbands face bloats and reddens with anger, fists clenching, veins becoming prominent right in front of his eyes.. He knows that the male is about to strike.. He knows that he wouldn’t stop if he starts, yet Taehyung doesn’t back down. He was taught not to..
He taught him how to stand up for himself, and Taehyung was not about to let him down..
“But you know what you will never be able to do you fucking disgusting pig?” Taehyung spits at Sungwoo’s feet, his spit landing right on the tip of Sungwoo’s polished, expensive shoe’s tip..
“You will never fucking break me.. Never..”
Taehyung closes his eyes, bracing himself for the punch, does not cower like he always used to, but readies himself for the impact..
And just as Taehyung is about to feel the brunt of the punch the metal door of the warehouse bursts open for the second time that day, the metal hitting the wall loudly making them all jump..
Sungwoo’s hand is still raised in the air, as he whips around in the direction of the door, a snarl on his face..
“Who the fuck dare-”
He is cut short when a dead body falls through the door, blood and organs splattering on the floor as the body hits the floor..
Taehyung watches in horror as blood seeps out of the man’s body, numerous bullet holes decorating it.. He feels nauseous.. He could almost feel the bile rising in his throat when he heard it..
Slow footsteps..
His entire body tenses when he sees the foot entering the warehouse at first.. Then slowly a man steps into the room and Taehyung’s heart stutters..
Tears that he was forcing down springs into his eyes, a shudder and sigh of relief escapes his mouth.. His lips part around large takes of breaths as he stares at the man..
“Jungkook..” He practically whimpers, seeing the poker face of his personal bodyguard..
Jungkook’s eyes never find his, they are trained right on Sungwoo..
Even though Jungkook’s face gave away nothing, his eyes spoke a whole new story..
They were dark, even darker than usual, murder swirling in them as he stares at Sungwoo..
Taehyung’s breath hitches the way every single man pulls out a gun pointing at Jungkook.. His heart freezes in fear..
No.. No.. Don’t.. Don't hurt Jungkook..
He doesn’t verbalize it but his mind screams, prays..
Please don’t hurt Jungkook..
Contradictory to Taehyung’s internal fight, Jungkook seems calm as he slowly takes a step forward, eyes dead set on Sungwoo..
“I thought,” Jungkook starts carefully.. “I thought I told you stay the fuck away from Taehyung..”
He spits as takes step by step..
Taehyung looks at what the man was wearing.. Jungkook was dressed in his usual black suit that he wore whenever he was on duty.. But there was a slight difference.. The dress shirt that he wore underneath the suit was always white..
But today, it was black..
‘He doesn’t wear any other color when he is on duty.. Only black and white.. Either black suit and a white dress shirt or just fully black..’ Jimin laughs..
Taehyung frowns as he watches the other male..
“I’ve never seen him in full black though?”
Jimin smirks.. “Oh he wears all black only when he is going in for the kill.. ”
Taehyung’s eyes widened.. “What?”
Jimin blinks.. “What?”
“What did you say?”
“Nothin’ ”
Taehyung swallows as he stares at the other male.. He doesn’t know why he was this scared.. He eyes the two guns on each of Jungkook’s hands, the blood on those bare hands..
What went down outside..
“Who the fuck let you in, you fucking dog?” Sungwoo curses..
“Me..” Jungkook grins slightly.. “Why? Little mutt scared that this dog would go rabid?”
Sungwoo, takes a step back even though Jungkook is still at the other end of the warehouse.. He takes one more as Jungkook advances, his men ready, waiting for his command..
Jungkook smirks..
“What a fucking pussy..” He shakes his head.. “What.. Did you think I would never find out where you took him? Waited for me to be off duty so you could get him?”
He laughs, shaking his head..
“Let’s get one thing straight Min.. ” he draws out.. “I am, always, ten steps ahead of you.. And consider yourself lucky if I don’t find a single scratch on his body.. ”
Sungwoo growls, he lifts his hand and flicks it and the gun fire starts..
“Jungkook No!” Taehyung shouts, face swinging to the side as Sungwoo smacks him yet again, he barely contains the whimper as he watches the bullets raining here and there..
It was one man against a dozen.. Taehyung doesn’t know how he does it, but Jungkook manages to kill every single armed man around him..
He had never seen Jungkook fight so fiercely.. Every move is calculated, every shot is marked, all the while the man doesn’t break a sweat, holds out both his hands and just shoots, getting one man per bullet, Taehyung having no idea how..
When the armed men are killed Jungkook looks up with a smirk to see the remaining few guards around Sungwoo and Taehyung, weaponless..
He snorts before dropping his own guns, turns sideways before extending a hand and curling two fingers in, as if to say..
‘Come try me motherfuckers.’
And Taehyung watches, horrified as one of the men runs towards Jungkook with a loud cry, arms poised to be thrown out in fatal punches, only for the male to be picked up and thrown into a wall on the side like a sack of potatoes by Jungkook..
The entire room gapes at the scene, and before Taehyung could comprehend in a matter of seconds all the remaining men are running towards Jungkook, some with knives and some with poles..
He shudders, a tear dripping down his cheek, not wanting Jungkook to get harmed out of this..
But he sees the way Jungkook smiles just before the men close in on him..
It was dark and cruel..
Nothing like the bunny smile he had gotten used to in the past few months..
He could only watch with his jaw dropped as Jungkook fights, like a deranged animal, a rabid and feral look on his face, taking down man by man, not taking a second to breathe..
Taehyung stares at him.. He sees how easy the man moves, how fluid his motions were..
It was like Jungkook was a programmed robot..
HIs mind runs back to a book he had read, and the male lead was injected with kind of a serum to make him a killing machine, and if he could Taehyung would describe his personal bodyguard exactly as it is, but the only difference was that he was not injected with anything, no serum..
He knew the only thing that was running in Jungkook’s veins was pure unadulterated fury..
He swallows thickly when Jungkook snaps the neck of the last man standing with a sickening crunch..
He looks around the warehouse, and with an electrifying motion he notices that not a single man was seen to be alive except for him, Jungkook and Sungwoo..
Fuck..
Jungkook had murdered them all, painting the walls and the floor of the warehouse in red..
He blinks, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water..
Jungkook was supposed to be his bodyguard, he was not supposed to be a killer..
Then what was this?
A shiver ran down his spine..
Who exactly was Jeon Jungkook?
He yelps when his hair is grabbed harshly..
“Do you see that?” Sungwoo growls.. He could hear the tremble in Sungwoo’s voice.. “Do you see the true self of you oh so sweet bodyguard? And you call me a monster?”
Taehyung whimpers, his scalp prickling with the harsh pulls..
“Just look at him killing all my men like it's his second nature.. And you think he would protect you? Someone so vain?” Sungwoo laughs..
He bends until his face is right besides Taehyung’s..
“Watch..” he whispers.. “Watch what he is doing.. How he is twice the monster I am.. How he shows no regret while spilling blood.. Watch baby.. You see how vulnerable you are with him? You see how stu-”
“You will let go of him if you value your fucking life..”
The low growl make them both snap their eyes towards the male, who was now standing in the midst of dead bodies…
“Stay back..” Sungwoo spits as Jungkook starts to advance on them..
Taehyung forgets the way his scalp hurts as he watches the way Jungkook walks over those bodies on the floor, sickening crunches of bones sounding as he occasionally stepped on any body parts..
Sungwoo curses, pulling Taehyung’s hair even harder.. “I said stay the fuck away! Or I will make sure you regret it!” he spits, and before a second passes Taehyung feels a sharp blade on his neck, digging into the soft skin..
For the first time, ever since Jungkook stepped into the warehouse, Taehyung sees a ferocious snarl drawing on those sharp features, raven pools boring holes into the knife pressed against his throat, the man falters..
Taehyung’s heart trembles, eyes filled with tears..
He saw how the man didn’t hesitate a second when he killed those men, he never thought twice, but now that Taehyung was at knife point…
‘He is scared of me getting hurt..’ The thought reverberates in his head, and the warmth that erupts inside of Taehyung is enough for Taehyung to momentarily forget the pain of the knife digging into his throat, almost breaking the skin..
Sungwoo laughs..
“You thought you had the upper hand here Jeon?” He taunts with a nasty smirk on his face.. “Thought you got it all figured out, well too bad, look what I have here.. The little treasure you protect with your life.. You wouldn’t want him to be hurt just because you can’t keep still now would you Jeon?”
Jungkook snarls.. “If a single a drop of blood seeps out of hi-”
“It won’t..” Sungwoo smiles maniacally at him.. “If you be a good little guard dog and do what I tell you..”
Jungkook’s face twists..
“Kneel..” Sungwoo’s smug voice rings through the warehouse..
Taehyung’s eyes widens.. “No..” He croaks..
Sungwoo just jerks him..
“Shut the fuck up bitch!” he sneers.. “Kneel Jeon..”
And as Taehyung watched with horrified eyes, Jungkook dropped to his knees, still not meeting his eyes.. He hadn’t looked into his eyes, once since he arrived..
A tear drops down Taehyung’s cheek as he watches the man he loves on his knees..
He freezes..
Love?
He doesn’t get to think about it much as Sungwoo’s disgusting voice reaches his ears again..
“I am going to loosen his binds and take away from here..” He speaks slowly.. “And if you so much as move a muscle I wouldn’t hesitate to slit his throat.. Am I clear?”
Jungkook is immobile and bile rushes up Taehyung’s throat as one of Sungwoo’s hands reaches down and unties those heavy knots, much like cuts them with a small pocket knife..
Taehyung sees the way those dark pools follow Sungwoo’s each move and the second Taehyung stands and Sungwoo’s hand that was holding the knife falter, Jungkook leaps up with something akin to a roar, but he is cut off when a gunshot rings across the warehouse, and Taehyung watches in horror as Jungkook doubles over, blood splattering out from his shoulder..
Jungkook doesn’t think twice as he reaches towards his ankle with a curse and pulls out a knife that was hidden in his boots and throws it backwards blindly..
Both Sungwoo and Taehyung are frozen as the knife perfectly lodges in the chest of Sungwoo’s assistant as if the throw was perfectly aimed..
Sungwoo is too busy being stunned, rooted to his spot to move, and Taehyung uses the distraction to his advantage and elbows him in the stomach, hitting the hand which was holding the hand hard, making the knife fall onto the floor with a clang.. He starts to make a run for it but Sungwoo grabs him by his midriff, trying to lift him off of his feet..
Taehyung struggles against the man, fighting to escape his grip when he finally meets Jungkook’s eyes..
He for a second stops struggling as those endless orbs gaze at him with hard conviction.. As if to say,
‘I’ve trained you day and night.. You can do it.. Don’t let him win Tae.. This is why I trained you.. Get a grip.. Fight!’
And that is all Taehyung needs to start moving..
Sungwoo is carrying him halfway through the warehouse, when suddenly Taehyung spins, doubling over the arm that was wrapped over his middle, one of his leg twisting back for it to be wrapped around Sungwoo’s neck, he twists breaking the hold Sungwoo had on his midriff, spinning onto his shoulders, locking his feet around his neck and with all the strength left in his body he spins, hands slamming against Sungwoo’s back effectively knocking him off his feet..
Just as they are about to hit the ground, he twists again, climbing over him and pulling his hair, so they land with him straddling him..
When Sungwoo hits the ground with a scream and Taehyung on top of him, Taehyung looks up at Jungkook again and almost preens like a bloody cat when he sees the proud gleam in those eyes..
His head snaps back down when Sungwoo starts to struggle.. He grabs the knife that lays on the ground, with lightning speed, presses it against Sungwoo’s throat..
“Thought you could take me away that easily?” Taehyung smirks, fire blazing in his amber eyes as he stares at his ex-husband.. ”Thought I was the same damsel in distress I once was? Hmm honey?”
He presses the knife harder against Sungwoo’s throat, watching the skin slightly break, the white skin making an appearance.. A sick sense of satisfaction shoots through Taehyung..
“I told you, didn't I?” He pouts with puppy dog eyes.. “I told you that I would show you how sharp this kitten’s claws were if you let me out of those stupid ropes.. You did and just look at what happened.. Why does no one listen to me? Look what you made me do sweetheart..”
Sungwoo growls..
“Aww..” Taehyung coos batting his eyelashes.. “Why? Feeling helpless baby? Do you feel the fear rush through you when you realize that your life now is in my hands? I can press this knife a little tighter against you and drag it down and you will have to say bye bye to this world.. Do you feel it?”
He licks his lips, smiling when he sees the clear fear in Sungwoo’s eyes as he registers what he just said..
“Good.. Good that you feel it.. Cus that’s what I was feeling for a long time..” He whispered.. “This was how you made me feel like whenever you touched me you fucking bastard..”
“But lucky for me, I got out of your claws.. And that monster..” He briefly looks towards Jungkook.. “That monster taught me how to stand on my fucking feet Sungwoo.. He taught me how to teach fuckers like you your fucking place..”
He lifts the knife as rage blinds him, the feelings of revenge he’d been tampering down rushing to surface as he brings the knife down with full force lodging it deep inside Sungwoo’s shoulder, the same place where Jungkook shot, and drags it down his arm as the man screams..
“That might be a monster.. But never ever compare yourself to him.. You wanna know why?” He grits out with a murderous snarl on his face..
“Because he becomes a monster to protect me from scum like you.. He doesn’t hurt me.. He will never hurt me.. He hurts the ones who hurt me.. And for a fact, be grateful that I’m the one who is on you and not him.. If he was here you would see exactly what type of monster he is..” He grabs the knife out of Sungwoo’s shoulder and stabs him again, this time on the right shoulder..
“Called me a bitch didn’t you? The next time you come near this bitch he will show you exactly how crazy this bitch is.. How mad he is.. This crazy bitch was always there inside me..” He laughs, coldly.. “But it was too scared to come out, cus you took away its confidence and worth.. But that monster.. ”
“That monster set the bitch in me free..”
He raises the knife once again and swipes it down Sungwoo’s eye, slicing it.. He laughed even harder as Sungwoo’s screams escalated.. Years of pain that he took from this bastard made his screams music to Taehyung’s ears..
He didn’t even know who he was anymore..
“So now watch what this crazy bitch will do to you..”
He wraps his free hand around Sungwoo’s neck, chokes him..
“You called me Vain, Vulnerable, Vile.. You made me think that my name, V, stands for everything Void and Vapid.. Oh but baby you were so wrong.. V doesn’t stand for any of that..”
He spins the knife between his fingers before stabbing his ex-husband again, this time in the middle of his right palm.. The palm that hurt him again and again, uncaring of his cries and screams.. He twists the knife, smiles and bends down so his lips are pressed against the man’s ear..
“V..” He whispers, a blood chilling smirk on his lips, eyes glinting.. “Is for Vengeance..”