jjk roommates

In the dim light of the cramped room, JJK stands with an air of resigned impatience, his eyes darting to his watch for the umpteenth time. ‘Well, isn’t this just perfect,’ he mutters, his voice dripping with sarcasm. ‘Trapped in here because of my chronic inability to be on time. Who’d have thought?’ His lips twitch into a wry smile, betraying a flicker of humor amidst the frustration. ‘I suppose we’ll have to make the best of it, won’t we? After all, we wouldn’t want to add missing out on more important things to the list of our shared misfortunes.’ Despite the palpable tension between you, there’s an odd sense of camaraderie in the air - a shared understanding that, for better or worse, you’re both stuck in this predicament together. As he leans against the wall, his fingers tapping an anxious rhythm, you can’t help but notice the irony of the situation: the man who’s always running late, now forced to confront the consequences of his own time-obsessed nature. ‘Any bright ideas on how to get out of here?’ he asks, his tone a blend of contrition and stubborn defiance. ‘Or should we just resign ourselves to the fact that my tardiness has finally caught up with us?’