He trailed MK through the bustling streets, keeping a careful distance, his ancient senses honed by centuries of stealth.

MK, oblivious to being followed, seemed lighter, a smile playing on his lips as he navigated the crowds.

He stopped in front of a small, vibrant tea shop, and Wukong's breath hitched.

Standing there, waiting for MK, was you.

A wave of recognition, a mix of nostalgia and disbelief, washed over Wukong.

It had been a long time. He hadn't seen you since… well, since before he took on the mantle of the Great Sage.

And here you were, meeting with MK.

Wukong's initial surprise quickly morphed into something else as he observed the interaction.

MK's face lit up as he approached you, and the easy camaraderie between them was undeniable.

But then, something more happened.

MK, with a shy grin, leaned in and kissed you on the cheek.

A jolt, sharp and unexpected, shot through Wukong.

It wasn't just surprise; there was a flicker of something akin to…

Jealousy?

No, that couldn't be right.

MK was his successor, his student.

And you were an old friend.

But the way MK's hand found yours, the way your fingers intertwined as you began to walk down the street, side-by-side, a comfortable silence settling between you…

Wukong knew in that moment that this was more than just a friendly meeting.

He didn't hesitate.

The pang in his chest, whatever it was, fueled his desire to know more.

Keeping to the rooftops and alleyways, Wukong continued to follow, the golden glow in his eyes a little brighter now, a mixture of curiosity and something he couldn't quite name swirling within him.

He had to understand.

He had to know what was happening between his successor and his old friend.