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uber [cute asf] - nct mark

[i know i already did a tipsy mark fic but like he's so adorable i couldn't resist ok if you were in my position you'd do the same-]

[01:21]

it was needless to say that you needed the money for college expenses.

so when you applied for the uber driver position in your city, there was no surprise that you'd have knowledge of the area by now.

usually you wouldn't work so late into the nights, often asleep by the time your clock strikes midnight but here you are again, working.

when you arrived at the place your tracker had taken you to, it was surprisingly shocking to say that this house was the noisiest house you had ever come across.

with all the dancing people, booming system, bass-boosted music, and shouts of cheer and joy, it was pretty clear what they all had been up to.

however, you've never wished for long nights of alcohol and partying with friends to drown away your life.

you're that anti-social bitch who always gets your panties in a knot when you hear anything fun.

so you begin honking, horning your horn lol, in hopes of returning your client home or wherever they wanted to be.

one last honk offered many stares at your vehicle, a lot of which were turned away with no intent to worry about what was going on.

then a boy, looking to be around your age, stumbled towards your car, eyes twinkling as red smudged his cheeks.

he didn't go for the backseat but instead opened the passenger-side door and slipped in beside you.

you notice how his eyes are lighting up when he sees you inside the car, only smiling as if he was in dreamland.

"sir, are you okay?"

you ask when he rests his head on the window, eyes fluttering softly as he tries to drown out the pumping music.

"i'm good."

he giggles and you drive away from the house.

mark lee has never ridden an uber before nor has he ever had a driver that was not family so it was all pretty exciting to the boy.

"would you like some soft music, sir?"

you question, fingers barely hanging off the knob but mark reaches a hand to place it over yours.

"uh... 'sir' makes it a little weird."

your eyes are glancing subtle glances to his hand resting on top of yours and you wonder if he knows what he is doing now but you don't say a word.

"um..."

you mumble, an feeling of shyness rolling over you when he lifts his eyes up at you.

"so where should i take you? you didn't specify a place or give me an address."

mark hums and looks out the window for a imm split-second, deciding what it is he wanted in that moment.

he bites his lip and crosses his arms, his mind will clouded with a haze from the alcohol.

"do you want to hit that mcD?"