Summary: Wan! Wan!
In the terms of not being the sharpest crayon in the box, if "sharp" meant "patient" then Jin was definitely it. While late to almost everything himself, the brunette could barely stand to wait a second before finding something else to entertain himself with. Luckily, invading someone else's privacy wasn't above his morals. That probably explained why he was currently standing in Shige's room, alone and nose in the other boy's closet. (He actually wasn't sure if it was Shige's; it might've been his roommate's.)
A red collar sat around his neck, the light reflecting off its plastic surface as Jin swivelled his head this way and that for the best snooping. There was only so much entertainment a closet full of clothes could provide until Jin got bored. He turned his attention to the various books on what he assumed was Shige's bed.