FORCED MARRIAGE WITH BROTHER IN LAW

chapter 45

The hospital room was eerily quiet. The soft hum of the machines monitoring Y/N’s vitals was the only sound, a stark contrast to the tension in the air. Y/N remained unconscious, her fragile form still and pale against the crisp white sheets. The bruises on her face were hidden under bandages, but the faint trace of brokenness in her demeanor could not be erased. She looked as if she had been beaten by life itself.

BTS members stood in a line, their faces etched with guilt, their bodies stiff as they exchanged glances. They had known Teahyung for years, but what they had witnessed earlier today—the damage done to Y/N, the toll her husband’s cruelty had taken on her—was too much to process. They hadn’t intervened sooner, and that was something they would have to carry for the rest of their lives.

They had failed her.

But now, as Teahyung walked into the room with a casual demeanor, a look of disbelief spread across their faces. His expression was unreadable, an impenetrable mask of indifference, as though nothing had happened at all.

Teahyung strolled to the side of Y/N’s bed, his eyes flicking over to her still form. He didn’t flinch. No trace of regret, no signs of guilt—nothing. His usual arrogance filled the room, pushing back any room for empathy. He was the same man who had caused the destruction in front of them, yet he walked in like nothing had changed.

"Everyone, leave," Teahyung’s voice rang out, calm and commanding. His gaze was sharp as he looked at each of the members one by one, dismissing them with a flick of his hand.

BTS exchanged uncertain glances, hesitation flickering in their eyes. It was hard for them to comprehend what was happening. They had just witnessed the bruises on Y/N, her unconscious body a stark reminder of the monster she had been living with. Yet, here was Teahyung, walking in as though he hadn’t been the one responsible for all of this.

"Teahyung, we need to talk," Jin spoke, his voice strained. "This is—"

"I said, leave," Teahyung snapped, his voice cold and unwavering. There was no trace of the man they had known. No warmth, no humanity. Just the detached mask of someone who had long since abandoned any sense of right and wrong.

The members stood in place, unsure of what to do. They couldn’t let him just dismiss them like this, but at the same time, they understood the dangerous manipulation in his words. They knew how this game played out. They knew that if they stayed, they were only going to push Teahyung further into his madness.

Without another word, they turned and slowly walked out of the room, the weight of the decision hanging heavily in the air.

Teahyung watched them leave, his eyes cold and empty. He didn’t care what they thought. He didn’t care about the guilt they were feeling. In his mind, he was the one who had control here.

Once the door closed behind them, Teahyung’s attention shifted back to Y/N. He moved closer, standing by her side, watching her with an almost unnatural intensity. The flicker of emotion that had passed through him earlier was gone, replaced by something darker.

He leaned down, his face hovering over hers. His voice was low, filled with an unsettling calmness.

"You’re still here," he murmured, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from her face, but his touch felt more like a threat than an act of care. "You always were too weak to leave, weren't you?"

He chuckled darkly, but there was no joy in the sound—only bitterness.

As he lay beside her on the bed, he continued, his voice steady as he stared at the ceiling, his hands resting at his sides.

"You think they care about you? You think they’ll fix what I’ve done? They won’t. They can’t. You’re mine, and no one else will have you." His gaze shifted back to her, and for a moment, there was something almost possessive in his eyes. "I won’t let anyone take you from me."

Teahyung’s breath quickened slightly, but he quickly controlled it, pushing aside any emotion that might betray his facade. He was the one in control. He was the one who held all the power.

As Y/N remained unconscious, unaware of the darkness swirling around her, Teahyung stayed by her side. He watched her with a detached obsession, his mind racing through the twisted narrative he had created in his head. She belonged to him, and no one else could ever take her away.

He didn’t care if she was broken. He didn’t care if she was hurt. In his mind, she was his possession, and that was all that mattered.

And as the hours stretched on, his grip on reality began to slip further. This wasn’t about love. It was about control. About keeping her locked in a world where she was nothing more than an extension of him.

Now,I’ve decided to focus on completing the Yoongi story first before continuing with the current one. Thank you for your patience and understanding! I’ll be back with updates soon, and I hope you enjoy what’s coming next. Stay tuned! 😊