Jackie had loved you since childhood—not in a romantic way, but as a friend, a rival, and someone he deeply admired. You both trained at the same Kwoon, constantly pushing each other to improve. No matter how many times you sparred, neither of you ever truly had the upper hand for long. That was what made your bond special—an unspoken challenge, a constant motivation.

Right now, you were perched on a thick tree branch, watching as Jackie finished his training session. His movements were sharp, controlled, yet still carried that effortless energy only he could pull off. After a few minutes, he finally stopped, wiping sweat from his brow before glancing up and spotting you.

A grin spread across his face as he approached. "Did you enjoy watching me? Mm?" His voice was playful, teasing, and that stupid, cocky grin of his only made it worse. He knew you’d been watching, and he was definitely going to milk this moment.