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A Morning in Seoul

Summary: Jeonghan and reader both have a day off - what better way to spend it lounging around all day together?!

Warnings: None! Just fluff!

Word Count: 1345

Here is another Jeonghan fic!! I'm going to be on holiday for a couple of days so won't upload for a while! as always, feel free to send in any requests! Hope you're all having a lovely build up to Christmas! :)

It was a rare thing, this quiet morning in Seoul. The city was waking up, the streets outside still quiet, with only the occasional hum of distant traffic or a car honking in the distance. But inside the soft, dimly lit apartment, everything felt suspended in time, just for the two of you. 

Yoon Jeonghan lay beside you, his arms wrapped lazily around your waist as the faint morning light filtered through the curtains. The comfort of his presence was something you’d never quite grown used to, not even after five years together. In a world that always seemed to rush forward, moments like these – simple, calm, and uninterrupted – felt like a little oasis. 

His breathing was steady, warm against your skin. The rhythm of his chest rising and falling was comforting. You didn’t want to move. Not yet. 

You shifted slightly, just enough to tuck your head into the crook of his neck, breathing in the familiar scent of his skin, a mixture of his cologne and the faint trace of his shampoo. His hand, which had been resting on your side, slid gently up to brush through your hair, the motion slow and tender, as though he wasn’t quite ready to let go of the stillness either.

You closed your eyes for a moment, letting the peace of the moment settle over you. For a few minutes, the world outside didn’t exist – just the warmth of Jeonghan’s body next to yours, the soft rustle of blankets, and the quiet murmurs of contentment that filled the space between you both.

"I can’t believe we’re both off today," Jeonghan murmured, his voice low, still heavy with sleep but also laced with that signature warmth of his. He pulled you closer, making sure your bodies were pressed together. 

You smiled, your lips brushing against his collarbone. "I know. It’s been forever since we had a day like this."

He chuckled softly, a sound that always made your heart flutter. "I swear, you always say that. But it’s true. I forget how nice it is to just… be with you, you know?"

You nodded, looking up at him. His face was soft and unguarded, the morning light casting gentle shadows across his features. Even after all these years, there were still moments when you would find yourself gazing at him, thinking that he was more beautiful than you’d remembered. 

“Yeah,” you whispered, “I forget sometimes too. It’s just... the two of us.”

Jeonghan's smile deepened, and he leaned down to plant a soft kiss on your forehead. His lips lingered there for a moment, before he pulled back slightly, his eyes twinkling with mischief. 

"Are you saying you could live without my company?" he teased, giving you a playful nudge.

You snorted, rolling your eyes. "Of course not. You’re impossible to live without, Jeonghan."

He laughed at that, his entire face lighting up with the joy that he so effortlessly exuded. The sound of his laugh, genuine and carefree, always made your heart ache with affection. 

“I’m glad to hear that.” He rested his forehead against yours, his fingers gently tracing circles on your arm. “I’ve missed this… us just being together without anyone else demanding our attention.”

It had been a while since you’d had a proper day off together. Between his packed schedule as a member of SEVENTEEN, the countless rehearsals, recordings, and the never-ending cycle of concerts and events, there was rarely any time just for the two of you. But this morning, here, in this little corner of Seoul, you had all the time in the world. 

"Do you want to just stay here today?" you asked quietly, your fingers playing with the hem of his shirt, feeling the soft fabric under your fingertips.

"Why would I want to leave when I have you right here?" he responded, his voice thick with affection. He leaned down again, this time pressing his lips gently to yours. The kiss was slow at first, lingering as though neither of you wanted to pull away. When you finally did, your lips tingled from the closeness. 

“Stay in bed all day?” you asked, your voice teasing now. 

He chuckled softly. "Well, that sounds pretty perfect to me. But if you’re set on being productive, I guess I could find something to do… like maybe make us breakfast?"

You grinned, running your hand down the back of his neck, pulling him closer again. “You don’t need to do that. We could just stay in bed and order something.”

He looked at you with a mock expression of offense. “Are you saying I can’t cook?”

You raised an eyebrow, pretending to consider it. “I’ve never seen you cook.”

He grinned, nudging you with his elbow. “You’re missing out. But maybe you’re right, a lazy breakfast in bed does sound good.”

The thought of a cozy breakfast together, with the possibility of the two of you staying wrapped in your little bubble for a while longer, made your heart warm. You let yourself sink back into his embrace, savoring the comfort of his arms. 

"Okay, okay," Jeonghan continued after a beat, his hand tracing the side of your face. "But only if you promise me one thing."

“What's that?” you asked, looking up at him curiously. 

“That after breakfast, we don’t leave this bed for the rest of the day. We can just watch movies, or talk, or do nothing at all."

You chuckled, nodding. "Deal."

Jeonghan smiled, his eyes soft as he leaned in to kiss you once more. The kiss was sweet, languid, without any rush – just an expression of how much he adored you. You could feel the smile tugging at the corners of your lips even as you kissed him, and when you finally pulled back, your breath was shallow, as though the closeness between you both had stolen it. 

"Okay," you murmured, "I think we should definitely stay here then."

He laughed softly, pulling the covers up over both of you and tucking you into his side. "Good. Because I’m not letting you go today."

As you both lay there, with the peaceful quiet of the morning surrounding you, there was a sense of comfort that settled between you both. The chaos of Jeonghan's world – the rehearsals, the fans, the busy schedules – seemed so far away now. Here, in this little apartment, it was just you two, sharing the simple joy of each other’s company.

You snuggled closer to him, letting your body relax against his. His fingers moved to your hair again, brushing it away from your face, before his lips pressed gently against the top of your head.

"How did I get so lucky to have you here with me?" Jeonghan asked softly, his voice full of affection and sincerity.

You smiled, your hand resting against his chest. "I should be the one asking that. But I think we’re both lucky."

He hummed contentedly, closing his eyes. "Maybe we should never leave this apartment," he whispered, half-seriously. "Just you and me, all the time."

"I wouldn’t mind that," you replied, your heart swelling at the thought. "But we both have lives outside of here. So, for now, we can just enjoy this morning together."

Jeonghan nodded, his arms tightening around you, pulling you closer as though he could keep you in this bubble forever. And for that moment, you believed he might. 

In that quiet, perfect morning, nothing else mattered. It was just you, him, and the peaceful serenity of a world that, for once, could wait.

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The minutes ticked by slowly, and eventually, the faint aroma of coffee wafted into the room. Jeonghan, as promised, had gotten up to make breakfast. But as you lay there, wrapped in the warmth of the blankets and his presence, you couldn’t bring yourself to get out of bed just yet.

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Whipped

Summary: Yoon Jeonghan gets teased by the rest of seventeen for being whipped for his girl.

Warnings: none! Just Fluff.

Word Count: 773

I couldn't wait to post so here is another Yoon Jeonghan fic. Hope you guys enjoy this! and if you have any requests for any other members/people/characters feel free to request/ask me anything and I'll see what I can do! Happy reading! :)

Yoon Jeonghan of Seventeen wasn’t usually the type to wear his heart on his sleeve—at least, not when it came to romance. He was clever, always a step ahead, and had a teasing streak as wide as the Han River. But since he started dating you six months ago, Jeonghan’s members had noticed a... shift.

And they were having the time of their lives teasing him about it.

It started during a lazy afternoon at the dorm. The group had finished their schedules for the day, and the members were sprawled across the living room, half-watching a drama on TV. Jeonghan, who usually dominated conversations with his witty comebacks, was unusually quiet. His phone was in his hand, and he was smiling at the screen in a way that made the others take notice.

"Oh, would you look at that," Seungkwan said, his voice laced with mock surprise. "Our Hannie hyung is smiling. At his phone. Again."

Minghao leaned over from the couch, trying to catch a glimpse of Jeonghan's screen. "Is it her?"

Jeonghan’s smile disappeared as quickly as it had come, replaced with an annoyed pout. He locked his phone and turned it face down on the table. "Mind your own business, Minghao."

But the damage was done. The members perked up, sensing an opportunity to torment their usually unflappable hyung.

"Oh, it’s definitely her," Joshua chimed in, grinning. "Jeonghan only smiles like that when it’s about her."

"What did she say?" Woozi asked, though the slight upward tilt of his lips gave away that he was more amused than genuinely curious.

"Nothing," Jeonghan mumbled, slumping into the couch like he could disappear into the cushions.

"Nothing?" Vernon repeated, his eyebrows shooting up. "You were practically giggling."

"I don’t giggle," Jeonghan shot back, but the redness creeping up his neck betrayed him.

"Sure, sure," Seungkwan said, waving him off. "Hyung, we all know you’re whipped. Just admit it."

"I am not whipped," Jeonghan insisted, but his voice lacked its usual conviction.

"You absolutely are," Mingyu said, chuckling. "Remember last week when you asked the manager if you could get off early so you could take her to that café she likes?"

"That’s called being a good boyfriend," Jeonghan retorted, sitting up straighter. "Maybe you should take notes, Mingyu."

"A good boyfriend who’s whipped," Dino added, earning a high-five from Seungkwan.

Jeonghan groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "I regret introducing you all to her."

That wasn’t true, and they all knew it. From the moment you and Jeonghan had made your relationship official, the members had been nothing but supportive. They’d even gone so far as to declare you "the perfect match" for their mischievous angel, as you somehow managed to keep up with Jeonghan’s antics while also bringing out his softer side. But their enthusiasm also meant they saw every little way Jeonghan’s walls had come down, and they weren’t going to let him live it down.

"You’re so good for him," Seungkwan had told you during a group dinner a month ago, while Jeonghan had gone to get drinks. "It’s like you’re his kryptonite. He’s so soft for you."

Now, as Jeonghan endured their teasing, he couldn’t help but think of you and the way you’d probably laugh if you saw this. You’d tell him he deserved it, and honestly, he’d have to agree.

"Alright, that’s enough," Jeonghan said, trying to regain some semblance of control. "Yes, I’m dating someone amazing. Yes, I like doing nice things for her. Can we move on now?"

"Not yet," Seungkwan said, leaning forward with a sly grin. "Hyung, did you text her goodnight last night?"

"Of course I did," Jeonghan replied, without thinking.

"Aha!" Seungkwan pointed dramatically. "See? Whipped!"

The room erupted in laughter, and even Jeonghan couldn’t help but chuckle. He shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips despite himself.

"You’re all children," he muttered, but his tone was fond.

Later that evening, when the teasing had finally died down and the members had dispersed, Jeonghan found himself back on the couch, phone in hand. He opened your chat and started typing.

Jeonghan: Remind me why I put up with them again?

Your reply came almost instantly.

YN: Because they love you. And they’re right, you are kinda whipped.

Jeonghan groaned, but he couldn’t stop the grin spreading across his face. He typed back quickly.

Jeonghan: You’re lucky I love you.

YN: I know. ;)

Jeonghan set his phone down, leaning back against the couch, he closed his eyes with a content smile. If his members wanted to play, they’d better be ready for Jeonghan to play back

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Outer Banks Masterlist

Works: 1

{ Fluff: <3 }

JJ Maybank

Surf Day! <3

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Kpop Masterlist

{ Fluff: <3 }

Seventeen

Yoon Jeonghan

Midnight Stroll <3

Whipped <3

A Morning in Seoul <3

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Midnight Stroll

Summary: Jeonghan walks the reader home via a midnight city stroll, with the pair wary not to be caught by prying eyes.

Warnings: Fluff!!

Word Count: 1381

Here is my first Jeonghan fic! I hope you guys like it! Just a little fluffy midnight stroll with idol!Jeonghan and the reader.

The city glimmered under the cloak of night, a sprawling sea of lights that seemed to pulse in rhythm with the soft hum of life below. Jeonghan adjusted the brim of his baseball cap, pulling it lower over his face as he glanced around. The streets were quieter than usual, a blessing considering the circumstances. His fingers brushed against yours, tentative but deliberate, seeking reassurance that you were still there beside him.

“Are you sure about this?” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the distant buzz of traffic.

You glanced up at him, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “We’ve been careful. It’ll be fine.”

Jeonghan sighed, his lips curving into a faint, reluctant smile. “You always say that. One day, I’m going to start believing you.”

The two of you walked side by side, your steps synchronizing naturally. Five months into your relationship, there was a rhythm to being with Jeonghan that felt effortless, even if the world outside demanded constant vigilance. The members of Seventeen knew, of course. There had been no hiding it from them—Jeonghan wore his feelings like a second skin when it came to you. But everyone else? That was another matter entirely.

Tonight, though, you weren’t thinking about the what-ifs or the risks. You were just two people stealing a moment of normalcy in a life that often felt anything but. The crisp winter air nipped at your cheeks, and you tightened the scarf around your neck, feeling Jeonghan’s gaze flicker toward you.

“Cold?” he asked, already unzipping his jacket.

You shook your head quickly. “I’m fine. Don’t even think about it.”

Jeonghan raised an eyebrow, his lips moving into that signature mischievous grin. “Bossy, aren’t we?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress your laughter. “Says the guy who insisted we take the longest route possible to avoid anyone spotting us.”

“Touché.” He slipped his hands into his pockets, his shoulders relaxing as he walked a little closer to you. “But admit it. This is kind of nice, isn’t it?”

You nodded, your smile softening. “It really is.”

They wound through a quieter part of the city, where small cafes and boutique shops lined the sidewalks. Most were closed at this hour, their darkened windows reflecting the dim glow of the streetlights. The faint scent of roasted coffee lingered in the air, mingling with the crispness of the season. It felt almost magical, like the world had shrunk to just the two of you.

Jeonghan slowed his pace, his gaze drifting upward to the sky. The stars were faint but visible, scattered like tiny diamonds across the velvet expanse. He stopped suddenly, tugging gently on your hand to guide you to a halt beside him.

“Look,” he said softly, tilting his head toward the sky.

You followed his gaze, your breath catching as you took in the sight. “It’s beautiful.”

He turned to look at you then, his eyes glimmering with something that made your heart stutter. “It really is,” he murmured, though you had the distinct feeling he wasn’t talking about the stars anymore.

A blush crept up your cheeks, and you looked away, focusing on the faint sound of wind rustling through the bare branches of a nearby tree. Jeonghan chuckled softly, the sound warm and teasing, before he gently nudged your shoulder.

“Don’t hide from me,” he said, his tone light but affectionate.

“I’m not hiding,” you protested, though the heat in your cheeks suggested otherwise.

“Sure you’re not.” He stepped in front of you, his hands finding their way to your shoulders. “But seriously. Thanks for convincing me to do this. I forget how nice it is to just… exist sometimes. Without all the noise.”

You smiled up at him, your hands reaching to rest lightly on his wrists. “That’s what I’m here for. To remind you to take a break every now and then.”

His expression softened, the playfulness giving way to something deeper. “You do a lot more than that.”

For a moment, the world seemed to pause, the air between you charged with unspoken words and emotions too vast to articulate. Then, as if sensing the intensity of the moment, Jeonghan’s lips curved into a grin, and he stepped back, breaking the spell.

“Come on,” he said, nodding toward the path ahead. “Let’s keep moving before we freeze to death.”

You laughed, falling into step beside him once more. The conversation turned lighter, the two of you trading jokes and stories as you walked. Jeonghan’s laugh was infectious, his wit sharp and endlessly entertaining. It was moments like these that made you fall for him all over again.

As you rounded a corner, a soft melody drifted through the air, faint but unmistakable. Jeonghan’s steps slowed, his head tilting as he listened.

“Is that… music?” he asked.

You nodded, your curiosity piqued. “It sounds like someone’s playing the piano.”

Following the sound, you found yourselves outside a small park. In the center stood an old gazebo, and beneath it, a street musician sat at a weathered upright piano, their fingers dancing across the keys. The tune was melancholic yet oddly comforting, filling the night with an almost dreamlike quality.

Jeonghan’s eyes lit up, and before you could protest, he was tugging you toward the gazebo. “Let’s go say hi.”

“Jeonghan, we can’t just—”

“Relax,” he said, flashing you a reassuring smile. “It’ll be fine.”

The musician looked up as you approached, their expression curious but welcoming. Jeonghan offered a polite bow before gesturing to the piano.

“Mind if I try?” he asked.

The musician blinked in surprise but nodded, stepping aside. Jeonghan sat down, his fingers hovering over the keys for a moment before he began to play. The melody he chose was simple but heartfelt, each note resonating with an emotion that seemed to fill the air around you.

You watched, mesmerized, as he played. His face was serene, his usual mischievousness replaced by a quiet intensity. When he finished, he looked up at you, a shy smile playing on his lips.

“What do you think?” he asked.

You clapped softly, your smile wide. “I think you’ve been holding out on me. Since when can you play like that?”

He chuckled, standing and offering the seat back to the musician. “I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve. Gotta keep you on your toes.”

The musician thanked him with a nod, resuming their own playing as the two of you stepped away. Jeonghan reached for your hand again, intertwining your fingers as you continued your walk.

“That was amazing,” you said, glancing up at him.

He shrugged, his expression modest but pleased. “It’s nothing special. Just something I picked up over the years.”

“Well, I loved it,” you said firmly.

He squeezed your hand, his smile softening. “I’m glad.”

The rest of the night passed in a blur of quiet conversation and stolen glances. By the time you returned to the familiar streets near your apartment, the city had grown even quieter, the streets almost deserted.

Jeonghan stopped a few steps from your building, turning to face you. “I guess this is goodnight,” he said, his tone tinged with reluctance.

You nodded, though you couldn’t help feeling the same. “Thank you for tonight. It was perfect.”

He smiled, his gaze searching yours. Then, as if making a decision, he stepped closer, his hands finding your waist as he leaned in. His lips brushed against yours, soft and warm, and the world seemed to fade away. It was a kiss filled with unspoken promises, tender yet lingering, leaving you breathless when he finally pulled away.

“Goodnight,” he murmured, his forehead resting lightly against yours.

“Goodnight, Jeonghan,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

As he stepped back, his fingers lingered on yours for a moment longer before he turned and walked away, his silhouette disappearing into the quiet night. You stood there for a moment, your lips still tingling from his kiss, a soft smile spreading across your face.

Even as the door to your apartment clicked shut behind you, you couldn’t shake the warmth that filled your chest. Tonight had been perfect in every way, a memory you’d carry with you always.

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Main Masterlist!

Started: 12/18/2024

Last Updated: 12/20/2024

Total Works: 4

Outer Banks Masterlist

Kpop Masterlist

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Surf Day!

Summary: JJ Maybank and Pouge!reader go on a fun surf day out.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1103

Hi, this is my first ever fan fiction/Imagine. I hope that you guys like it! Thanks for reading! :)

The sun was already warming the sandy shores of the Outer Banks, promising a perfect day for surfing. The salty breeze carried the sound of distant waves breaking against the shore, mingling with the occasional calls of seagulls overhead. JJ Maybank stood at the edge of the surf, his board tucked under one arm and a mischievous grin painted across his face. He glanced over his shoulder at you, his eyes sparkling with excitement.                               

“Come on, slowpoke!” he called out, waving his free hand. “The waves are waiting for us!”

You laughed, jogging down the beach toward him with your board. Spending time with JJ always felt like stepping into a whirlwind of energy and fun. Today was no exception. The two of you had planned this day for weeks—a break from the chaos that often surrounded the Pogues. Just you, JJ, and the ocean.

“Alright, I’m coming,” you said, catching up to him. “You act like the waves are gonna disappear or something.”

JJ gave you a playful nudge with his shoulder. “Hey, you can’t waste a single good wave. It’s a cardinal sin of surfing.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. JJ’s enthusiasm was contagious. Together, you waded into the water, the coolness of the ocean a sharp contrast to the warmth of the sun. The two of you paddled out, your boards cutting smoothly through the water as you aimed for the breakline.

Out on the open water, the world felt different. The steady rise and fall of the waves beneath your board, the endless expanse of blue, and the sun’s golden rays reflecting off the surface created some kind of magic. JJ sat on his board, looking completely at home. His blond hair was already damp, sticking to his forehead, and his tan skin glistened with saltwater.

“This is the life, huh?” he said, stretching his arms out wide as if to embrace the whole ocean. “Just us and the waves. No drama, no worries. Pure freedom.”

You nodded, taking in the peaceful scene. “Yeah, it’s pretty perfect.”

JJ’s grin widened. “All right, let’s see what you’ve got. First one to catch a wave gets bragging rights for the rest of the day.”

“You’re on,” you said, determination sparking in your eyes.

The two of you waited, scanning the horizon for the right wave. When it came, you both paddled furiously to catch it. You could hear JJ’s laughter as you both rose to your feet, balancing expertly on your boards. The wave carried you toward the shore, the rush of speed and the spray of water exhilarating. You managed to stay upright all the way to the end, but JJ, ever the show-off, pulled a sharp turn and ended with a dramatic splash.

“Winner!” he declared, surfacing with his arms raised triumphantly.

“You’re such a dork,” you said, laughing as you hopped off your board and waded toward him.

“Yeah, but you love it,” he shot back, splashing water at you.

The rest of the morning passed in a blur of waves and laughter. JJ’s competitive streak kept things lively, but he also made sure to cheer you on when you nailed a tough ride. At one point, he even gave you tips on improving your stance, his hands gentle as he adjusted your arms and shoulders.

“See? Perfect,” he said, stepping back to admire his handiwork.

You gave him a mock bow. “Thank you, oh wise surf master.”

JJ chuckled. “Hey, it’s my duty to make sure you’re not out here embarrassing yourself.”

By midday, the two of you were sprawled on the beach, boards lying nearby. JJ’s chest rose and fell as he caught his breath, and his usual eccentric demeanor had softened into something more relaxed.

“You know,” he said, propping himself up on one elbow to look at you, “I don’t think I’ve had this much fun in a long time. You’re pretty awesome company, you know that?”

His words caught you off guard, and you felt your cheeks heat up. “Thanks, JJ. You’re not so bad yourself.”

He grinned, but there was a hint of something more in his expression—something softer, more sincere. Before you could overthink it, he reached out and lightly flicked a strand of hair out of your face.

“You’ve got seaweed in your hair,” he said with a teasing smirk.

“What? No, I don’t!” you said, sitting up quickly and running your fingers through your hair.

JJ burst out laughing. “Relax, I’m just messing with you.”

You glared at him, but the corners of your mouth twitched upward. It was impossible to stay mad at JJ for long.

“You’re the worst,” you said, shoving him lightly.

“Nah, I’m the best,” he shot back, flopping back onto the sand with a contented sigh.

The afternoon wore on, the sun dipping lower in the sky and casting everything in a golden glow. You and JJ alternated between surfing and lounging on the beach, sharing stories and jokes. At one point, he pulled out a bag of snacks he’d stashed in his backpack, and the two of you shared a makeshift picnic by the water.

“So, what’s next on our adventure list?” JJ asked, popping a piece of fruit into his mouth. “We’ve conquered the waves. What’s left?”

You tilted your head, pretending to think. “Hmm, maybe we could try skydiving. Or deep-sea diving. You know, something low-key.”

JJ laughed. “Low-key, huh? I like the way you think. But let’s start with something a little more realistic, like a sunset bonfire. We’ll invite the Pogues, roast marshmallows, tell ghost stories…”

“That sounds great,” you said, smiling at the thought.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky with hues of pink and orange, you couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of gratitude. A simple day had become an unforgettable one. Sitting there with him, the waves lapping at the shore and the sky ablaze with color, you realized just how special he was to you.

“Hey,” JJ said suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence. “Thanks for today. I mean it. I know I joke around a lot, but this… this was really great.”

You looked at him, surprised by the earnestness in his voice. “It was great because of you,” you said softly.

JJ’s eyes met yours, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. Then, with a smile that was equal parts mischievous and tender, he reached over and took your hand in his.

“You’re the best, you know that?” he said.

You squeezed his hand, your heart swelling with affection. “Right back at you, Maybank.”