this was requested! you're welcome pooks, Mike_shoemaker
i'm listening to: cynical one by tv girl
(Y/N) had been keeping the fact that he was smoking for a while now, finding any possible way to go outside for 'just a bit'. Sheldon had been catching onto this, noticing how every now and then, he'd suddenly get up and leave to walk outside, hand in his pocket.
This was one of those times. (Y/N) had been visiting the Cooper's house for the summer recently, and right now, Meemaw was talking with Mary as she helped cut up vegetables. (Y/N) was standing there, having small talk with Georgie. Missy was trying to get in the middle of Mary and Meemaw's conversation. Sheldon was standing there observing, before furrowing his brows as (Y/N) quickly dismissed himself to take a step outside. So, being as nosy as he was, he decided to follow.
Sheldon waited to make sure he was actually outside before slowly walking away from the rest of the family. Missy glanced back at him, eyebrow raised. Though he didn't see it.
Thanks to the large windows on the door, Sheldon peeked his head up just a bit, in case (Y/N) saw him. Sheldon's brows remained furrowed as low as they could be, watching (Y/N)'s every move closely. As he reached into his pocket pulling out a pack of cigarettes, Sheldon's mouth fell wide open. No way. (Y/N) opened it slowly, pulling out a cigarette carefully, as if he was being watched. Guess he was trying to be secretive.
In his other pocket, he took out a small red lighter and brought the two things up to his lips. The cigarette laid between his lips, while his finger flicked the lighter, and Sheldon watched as a small flame erupted from the hole and connected to the tip of the cigarette, little pieces of paper falling from it and onto (Y/N)'s shoes.
No, this couldn't be happening, right? (Y/N) wouldn't do that. But here he was right now, doing just that. Sheldon couldn't help himself as he watched (Y/N) take a drag from the cigarette, a small cloud of smoke leaving his mouth.
So, suddenly, Sheldon wrapped his fingers around the doorknob and twisted it, his knuckles turning an unnatural pale colour. The door flew open, earning a small, "Eeek!" from (Y/N).
(Y/N) swiftly turned his head around at the sound, his eyes widening in shock as he tried to hide the cigarette. He sighed, the cloud of smoke giving it all away. Sheldon took a deep breath, looking around at the scene. (Y/N) stood there, gulping nervously as he held eye contact with him. Sheldon walked forward, before quickly grabbing the cigarette and tossing it to the ground, softly stepping on it. (Y/N) watched, a small flush emitting from his cheeks.
"Don't do that," Sheldon began. "according to a recent study, smoking causes about 90% of all lung cancer deaths." He said, barely above a whisper. He leaned in to continue.
"I don't want that to happen to you." He admitted, his cheeks turning pink. (Y/N) gasped lightly, his blush darkening by the moment. Sheldon took a hold of (Y/N)'s hand, before leaning in and pressing his lips against his. He pulled away, looking anywhere else nervously.
(Y/N) stood there with shock written all over him, panting even though the kiss didn't last long. "S-Sorry, you had something on your face." Sheldon murmured, before quickly turning around and dashing back inside. Considering (Y/N) hadn't felt anything on his lips and that Sheldon didn't have anything on his lips after the kiss, he knew he was lying.
(Y/N) smirked, glancing down at the destroyed cigarette. "Maybe I should smoke more often."
