“Can you explain to me,” he seethed lowly, stepping over the threshold of the kitchen, “why there’s chocolate syrup on the ceiling?  Or maybe, why the Kim Taehyung is sprawled on the living room floor, shouting that he’s a starfish.”

He wasn’t the leader.  Not by title and certainly not by desire, but when the maknae line comes home from a party looking like the aftereffects of poor decision making, Yoongi kind of has to behave like one.