OBLIVIOUS | FanFic: Logan Paul |

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| Strong Language |
| Long-ish Chapter |
| Intense Content |

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"W-What..?" He replied confused.

"You're absolutely breathtaking, Logan."

I stood there, scissors still in hand. I admired his face in the reflection of the mirror. He had a plain expression, but, it appeared like he was almost fighting... a smile.

He shook his head and moved his gaze to the floor.

"I should probably clean this up before Kong gets to it." He acknowledged towards the locks of dirty blonde hair on the surrounding tile floor.

He stood up off of the toilet and looked at me with an odd face. I quickly realized though that he was waiting for me to move.

I swiftly moved out of his way and he went in the direction of his closet. I furrowed my eyebrows as curiosity took hold of me, walking me towards the direction of his closet as well.

When I walked in, I was greeted with a grey pillar and racks on racks of clothes, as well as a square, cushion table in the center. This was a beautiful walk-in closet.

But the openness and space of the room wasn't what enticed me the most, it was the owner of the room who kept me on the edge of my seat.

There he was, shirtless. Joggers resting dangerously low on his hips. His v-line quite visible. If I had to guess, I'm pretty sure he wasn't wearing boxers.

Logan grabbed a black 'Logang' hoodie off of a hanger and began rolling it up to put it over his now clean cut head. He scanned his surroundings until his eyes landed on me.

He jumped slightly, to a point where I thought it didn't even happen. He gave me a serious look with a raised eyebrow.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

I must have looked like an idiot once I realized my mouth was gaped open in awe.

"I-I'm sorry, you just said that you were going to clean up your hair so Kong wouldn't get to it and you walked in here. I was just, curious."

I admitted, my head hanging low. I heard him sigh and his feet thump against the wood floor.

He gingerly placed a hand under my chin, lifting my face up so that my brown eyes would meet his icy ones.

"It's.. okay. I get it, I was just trying to change into something that didn't have hair on it. I'll be out in a second to clean it." He whispered softly and sweetly.

He looked at a lower part of my face, away from my eyes... my lips. He shot his eyes back to my own and started to slightly close his, leaning in towards me.

I wanted this, bad. But Lydia's words were haunting me terribly.

You're not like, into him, right?

Her words made my stomach turn every time. I didn't know what I wanted.

I was sadly falling in love with a man I was forbidden to be with by my sister. It was a situation of 'sisters before misters' and I was hating every minute of it.

I was falling for him within a few weeks time. But I have been with my sister her whole life.

This whole damn things makes me want to curl up in a hole and cry.

I unconsciously was leaning in too. But, I convinced myself to not and avoid this ending badly at all costs.

"I-I think you should put your hoodie on and let Lydia clean up the mess in the morning," I whispered against his lips.