Why not? (A Eugene lee yang fanfiction✨)

Chapter 8

I wander along the hall of eugenes apartment, still only wearing the long men's top and my underwear. I see Eugene in the kitchen, his back turned to me, with something in the saucepan. I lean against the door, and try to gather all my thoughts. I got hella drunk last night. It was all filmed. I went back to Eugene house. Wait, no. Eugene took me back to his. Oh, also, I declared my love for him. And he saw me naked. Could my life get better?

"Thinking bout me, sweetheart?" I hear a voice say. I snap out of my thoughts to see Eugene in front of me, holding two plates. I look at him, confused. "You good? You look like your gonna faint." He asks. "I'm fine." I reply. He walks off, and I thank the lord he's gone, but only a second later he's back, with out the plates. He grabs my arm softly, and turns me to face him. He examines my face closely, then pulls me to a different room. He sits me down in a chair, and sits on the one next to me. "I'm fine." I say trying to pull myself up. I can feel myself getting more panicky, and I know a panic attack is coming soon. My breathing increases, and I'm looking around me. "I... I just want to go home." I pull my a out of his grip, and nearly stumble to the ground. Eugene, of course, catches me. And just sits me down again. By this point I can't breathe, and shaking wildly. He places water to my lips, and I take obedient sips. He waits for me to finish the water, and calm down before looking me directly in the eye. He shakes his head. "Why didn't you tell me?" I look at him confused. "Tell you what?" I try to steady my voice but it's still very shaky. "That you got panic attacks." I stare at him, wide eyed. How does he know? I mean, it was kind of obvious but how did he know what to do? "I didn't.. it wasn't.. I.." he sighs. "Don't tell me that wasn't a panic attack, Megan, or I'll be pissed." I stare at him wide eyed. "Now, why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't think we were on taking levels, Eugene." I say, laughing nervously. He doesn't look impressed. "You, err... it's nearly nine! I'm gonna be late! Oh I must leave, see you.." I say, quickly getting up, then realising I look a mess, I don't know where I am, and I don't have any belongings with me. Crap.
"Don't try to change the conversation." He says, standing up too and towering over me. "Anyway, I called work and said neither of us world be in today." I'm annoyed. I mean, I don't really have a good reason why, but the panic attack today was only minor, I could have still gone in. So I take my anger out in Eugene. "You idiot! I would have gone to work happily! What gives you the choice to stop me from working? I have civil rights, asshole!" I scream. He grabs me and looks me in the eye. "You were hungover. And ill. And you just had one of the works panic attacks I've ever seen. Does that not bother you?" He says back, incredibly calmly for someone who was just screamed at. "Haven't seen many panic attacks, have you," I question quietly, after a few minutes of silence. He looks at me, confused. "That was one of the smallest I've ever had. Sometimes I collapse. Sometimes I can't move for hours. I.." I realise what I said, and want to take it back. I don't want his pity. I duck under his arm, and run out of the kitchen. The food left abandoned.