The Enchanted Warriors (Dragon Riders AU)

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Y/N glared at the watch, utterly baffled by its behavior. "You're all over the place," she complained, tapping it impatiently. "First you want me to go through a wall, now you want me to go forward? Make up your mind, will you?" She was growing more and more annoyed with each passing second.

The watch remained silent, the arrow now fixed on a path in front of her, pointing forward as if nothing had happened. Y/N let out a frustrated sigh. "This is ridiculous," she muttered. "I don't even know why I'm still listening to this thing."

She was about to walk away when the watch vibrated, urging her again toward the same direction. With an exasperated groan, Y/N took a few steps forward, deciding to give in. "I swear, if I end up lost because of you..." she warned the watch as she walked.

But as she reached the end of the corridor, the air seemed to shift. She blinked in confusion as the path "Alright, let's see what you've got," she muttered under her breath, now both hesitant and intrigued as she ventured further down the path

Y/N hesitated, the tug in her chest growing stronger with every step she took. It was a strange, magnetic pull, guiding her closer until her gaze finally landed on him.

He stood there, leaning effortlessly against the wall, a thick book cradled in his hands. His eyes were fixed on the pages, sharp and focused, as if the world around him didn't exist. Even in this moment of stillness, his presence was overwhelming-a quiet power that made the air feel heavier.

Namjoon was no longer the boy she remembered. The years had shaped him into a warrior, every movement speaking of discipline and strength. Though Y/N didn't know his exact rank, she could tell he was high above others-just like the rest of them. They weren't boys anymore; they were forces to be reckoned with.

The soft light spilling into the corridor bathed his face.His sharp jawline, high cheekbones, and full lips exuded confidence, while his piercing eyes held a depth that was both intense and gentle. Tousled dark hair framed his flawless face,

His tall, commanding frame seemed both calm and unshakable, his presence radiating authority. Long, elegant fingers flipped a page of the book with deliberate precision, a testament to his calculating nature.

He was a puzzle-a man of intellect and power, calm yet commanding. Hard to read, yet impossible to ignore.

He is handsome.

Y/N glanced down at her watch, the arrow stubbornly pointing to the wall behind Namjoon. Her chest tightened as she ignored the strange pull inside her, forcing herself to look anywhere else-anywhere but at him. The hallway was empty. It was just the two of them.

Her breathing grew uneven as the silence pressed in around her. Desperately, she glanced at the watch again, hoping for reassurance, but the arrow didn't budge. "Stupid watch," she muttered under her breath.

Namjoon stood just a few steps away, his tall frame leaning casually against the wall. His indifference was maddening, his calm, unshakable presence a sharp contrast to the storm inside her.

She swallowed hard, nerves tangling in her chest. Where had her fire gone? She was always confident-always defiant. But in front of him, it vanished, leaving her vulnerable and unsure.

Finally, she forced herself to step forward, closing the gap between them. When she stopped in front of him, Namjoon slowly lifted his head, his piercing eyes meeting hers.

Her breath caught. There he was. But he wasn't the same. The boy she remembered was gone, replaced by someone colder, harder, and impossibly distant. He felt like a stranger wearing a familiar face.