FORCED MARRIAGE WITH BROTHER IN LAW

chapter 58

The morning sun barely peeked over the horizon when the house stirred awake. It was the first day of Y/N’s brother’s wedding celebrations, a significant moment for the family. The air was thick with the scent of incense and fresh flowers, and the murmur of elders discussing the upcoming rituals filled the space.

Y/N stood in the corner, her hands folded neatly in front of her, her body aching from the endless work she had been doing since dawn. Her mother, along with a few other women from the family, guided her bhabi through the traditional customs of a bride’s first morning. The rituals were sacred—blessings from elders, the first meal she would cook for the family, the bangles that would be tightened around her wrists to symbolize prosperity and commitment.

Everyone’s attention was on the bride, as it should have been. She was adorned in a bright red saree, her jewelry gleaming under the morning light. The smiles, the doting words, the affectionate pats on her head—everything was given to her.

And Y/N?

Y/N was in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, hands soaked in dishwater.

As her bhabi sat gracefully in the center of the hall, receiving blessings, Y/N moved from one room to another, carrying trays of sweets, making sure the elders had their tea, ensuring every corner of the house was spotless. Her mother’s sharp eyes never left her, making sure she didn’t slack off.

Her body was screaming for rest, but rest wasn’t for her. Not today. Not ever.

The men of the house sat together, watching the rituals unfold. Among them were BTS—Taehyung and his friends, their expressions unreadable as their eyes flickered to Y/N now and then. She didn’t meet their gazes, nor did she expect any intervention.

They saw her.

Saw how she moved like a shadow in her own home.

Saw how she served, not as the sister of the groom, but as a servant.

Saw how not a single person spared her a moment of warmth.

And yet, no one said a word.

The guilt weighed heavy in their chests, but what could they do? It wasn’t their place to speak. It wasn’t their home to question.

And Taehyung?

He didn’t even look at her.

He sat beside his friends, his jaw clenched, his fingers tapping against his knee in a steady rhythm. If he felt anything about what was happening, he didn’t show it. If he noticed her tired eyes, her swollen hands, her quiet endurance, he didn’t care enough to acknowledge it.

Because in this house, Y/N’s suffering was invisible.

And so, the day continued, the rituals carried on, and Y/N remained what she had always been—unseen.

The house was finally quieter. The distant relatives had left, and only the closest family members remained. It should have been a moment of peace, but for Y/N, it was anything but.

Taehyung had decided to stay longer, basking in the attention of her family. He was their favorite—pampered, adored, treated like royalty. Every laugh, every kind word, every affectionate gesture was directed at him, as if he were the one truly connected to them, not Y/N. Meanwhile, she continued to move around the house, tending to every need, making sure the kitchen was spotless, ensuring the guests had everything they required. Even with fewer people, the weight of responsibility on her shoulders didn’t lessen.

BTS remained there as well, watching everything unfold. They saw how Y/N moved without pause, how she never once sat to rest, how no one in the family told her to stop. They noticed how easily Taehyung blended into the warmth of her home while she remained on the outside, invisible in her own house.