Hentai ~ j.j.k.

"Jungkook!" I call out.

I guess he either isn't here, or he's sleeping.

I shrug.

I head into the kitchen, and begin putting away all the groceries the boys told me to buy.

Just as I'm tiptoeing to put the cereal on the top cabinet, I hear a faint groan from Jungkook in the other room.

I decide to see if he's awake and check if his fever has gone down.

The closer I get, the louder the groaning gets.

"Jeez, he must be really sick, he sounds like he's in a lot of pain" I think to myself as I come to face his room door.

I, then, swing open his room door without knocking, and I look down picking at my nails.

"Hey, Jungkook I just came to check up on how you were feel-", I'm cut off by my own scream as I finally look up, and my eyes widen.

He IS sick but not in THAT way.

"Get out!" Jungkook screams at me.

"Jungkook, were you-" I begin to say as I watch him rush to close the monitor.

But then he realizes that I can still see his goodies hanging out, so he focuses on putting them back into his sweats, and as he struggles to do so his earphone jack unplugs from the monitor.

My mouth is practically drops on the floor, as the sounds of sloshing, skin slapping, and moaning of the petite but big breasted anime girl blasts through the speakers and fill the apartment.

His face flushes pink as he rushes to turn down his monitor before anyone else in the building hears, and makes a complaint.

"Jungkook, were you watching hentai?" I finally ask.

Why do I even bother asking?

His face flushes pink as he nods his head to answer "yes."

It continues to play, as I turn, and walk out of his room in bewilderment.