#licnhrts

               ‘  so ,  ‘     he swings open the door to his studio , quickly closing it behind noah once he enters . his label isn’t that harsh ; he’s allowed guests , but he doesn’t want any prying eyes , nor any questions regarding who he let into his safe place & why .     ‘  have y’ dumped her yet ??  ‘     he inquires casually , as if asking him what the weather was like outside as he slinks down into the chair at his desk , twisting it around to face the other . 

SUMMARY: in which his car ends up falling apart on him and he relies on his one and only connection to do his magic. 

he isn’t guilty nor was he ashamed to admit that he was someone who was reckless when it comes to driving. he enjoys the thrill of going over the speed limit and doing racing during his spare time when he isn’t making exchanges during his nighttime occupation. and his engine is officially falling apart on him now. 

“mm’look, fuck. don’t nag me again.” he groans, already knowing what the other male is going to say about it. insoo should be grateful that he’s gaining business and a couple of bucks to pay for bills from chris since this happens way too often. he can see the hard work evident by the way the other’s hair was a mess, sweat on the forehead too. 

dull fingertips scratching over the surface of his scalp, annoyance obvious on both their expressions and he forms a childish pout for a split second. “can’t help myself. there was a meetin’ n’ shit. and some fuckin’ asshole wanted to test my skills.” he continues to explain himself, informing insoo about the whole situation through details and profanities. 

spencer: what are your plans tonight?

spencer: caitlin is at her friends so she isn’t at mine tonight and i was thinking we head out of town somewhere

spencer: i know this is short notice