FORCED MARRIAGE WITH BROTHER IN LAW

Chapter 41

The study room was heavy with silence, the air thick with tension. Y/N stood in the center, her body aching, fever burning through her veins, but she stood still. Because if she wavered, if she showed weakness, it would only get worse.

Taehyung sat at the large desk, fingers tapping against the wooden surface in a slow, calculated rhythm. His expression was unreadable, but the anger radiating from him was suffocating.

BTS stood around the room, their eyes shifting between Y/N and Taehyung. Some looked uncomfortable. Others looked indifferent.

And then there was Paras.

He was standing near the door, fists clenched, watching Taehyung like he was ready to throw himself in front of Y/N if necessary. But Y/N knew better.

No one could stop Taehyung when he was like this.

His voice was low when he finally spoke. "You had a conversation with him."

It wasn’t a question. It was an accusation.

Y/N inhaled slowly. "He came to help."

Taehyung’s jaw tightened. "Help?" He let out a bitter laugh before standing abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. "Tell me, Y/N, what exactly did he want to help you with?"

Y/N didn’t answer.

Because she knew he already knew.

His eyes darkened. "Tell me, did you beg him to save you?"

The room felt smaller.

Y/N forced herself to meet his gaze. "No."

"Then why the hell was he in the basement with you?" His voice rose, echoing against the walls.

"He found me there," she said quietly.

"And you just let him in?" Taehyung’s voice was a dangerous growl.

The tension in the room grew unbearable.

Jungkook shifted uncomfortably, his hands curled into fists at his sides. He wanted to say something. But he didn’t.

Namjoon sighed, rubbing his temple. Yoongi crossed his arms, his gaze cold but observant.

Neha smirked from her seat, enjoying every second of this.

And Kittu—Kittu looked broken.

Paras took a step forward, his voice firm. "She didn’t do anything wrong."

Wrong thing to say.

Because Taehyung moved before anyone could stop him.

The impact of his fist hitting Paras’s face sent a deafening crack through the room.

Y/N gasped, moving instinctively, but before she could reach him, Taehyung grabbed her wrist and yanked her forward.

"You," he hissed, his grip tightening, "are mine."

Y/N winced but refused to show fear.

"Then why don’t you treat me like I am?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

The room fell deathly silent.

For the first time, Taehyung froze.

And in that moment, the cracks in everything began to show.

The room stood still. No one spoke. No one moved.

Y/N was on her knees, her head bowed, hands gripping the floor as if it was the only thing keeping her from breaking apart.