Glitch Mode ≫̸̘͖̣̞͈͕̒́͋ͅͅ Zhong Chenle

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The morning sun blared through the large windows, stirring Siyeon from her slumber.

A yawn escaped the girls lips as she sat up on her forearms, rubbing at her eyes as she slowly let the light into her sight.

Her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to piece together where she was, but when she looked out the window and saw the titanic planet standing vibrant upon the horizon, she remembered exactly where she was.

A knock on the door earned a grunted noise from the girl, and the door slowly opened.

Jisung padded into the room, his feet dragging against the floor as his hoodie draped over his head, messily pushing his black hair over his forehead.

He didn't say anything as he fell onto the large bed prone.

Siyeon fell backwards, covering her eyes with her arm, feeling the bed move as Jisung shimmied further up the mattress.

"Common my babies, time to get up," Jaemin said sweetly as he walked into the room, his voice awfully cheery for the early morning.

Both Siyeon and Jisung groaned as Jaemin began to shake the mattress, prompting their bodies to move.

"It's time to have breakfast, I made us some pancakes."

Simultaneously, Jisung and Siyeon lifted their heads, their ears twitching at the sound of pancakes.
Slapping at Jisungs legs to move, Siyeon followed Jaemin into the kitchen.

The sweet aroma of pancakes floated through the air and blessed her senses as she sat down at the table. In front of her, alongside the pancakes, were plates of fruit salad, left overs from dinner, and scrambled eggs.

"Yo, why'd you make so much?" Mark asked as he walked into the kitchen, flashing his toned stomached as he pull his shirt over his head.

"We have a long day ahead of us and I don't want my babies to starve," Jaemin dotted as he rushed Mark, Renjun and Jisung to the table.

"This is so sweet, thank you Jaem," Siyeon beamed a smile towards the boy, grabbing a few pancakes from the plate he held out to her and placing some on Chenles plate and some on hers.

"What do you think we will do today?" Renjun asked as he reached from the fruit salad.

"If I were to guess," Haechan responded, his words muffled due to his mouth being full of food. "Lots is staring at screens."

"Yuck Haechan, finish your mouth of food before speaking," Siyeon's face twisted in disgusted and the boy just shrugged, shoving more eggs into his mouth.

Jeno chuckled at Siyeon's disgusted expression, his eyes pulling up into crescents as he shook his head and took a bite of his own pancakes.

The group fell into gentle chatter, discussing how amazing the beds were, how soft the mattresses were and how beautiful the planet in the sky is- Jisung almost teared up again as he looked out the window.

After finishing their food and declaring themselves fuelled up, they quickly finished their dishes and prepared themselves for the long day.

Siyeon dressed in her companies uniform, specifically modified to each agent as guns and daggers littered their body- some in secret, some in plain sight. She shoved one last small dagger into the side of her boot before grabbing her bag and joining the rest of the boys by the front door.

They were also donned in the uniforms. Guns and daggers strapped to numerous parts of their bodies, hidden under the layers of clothing.

Mark stretched lazily, cracking his knuckles as Renjun and Jaemin checked their bags one last time.
"Ready?" Mark asked, his hand on the front door to their apartment ready to leave.

The group nodded and they began to exit the apartment building.
The moment they stepped out onto the street, the clean, crisp morning air of the upper city greeted them.

The buildings were a sleek white , littered with greenery as vines and plants climbed up the side of buildings.
The towering sky scrapers gleamed in the sunlight, their pristine surfaces reflecting the sun like crystals.

The streets were clean, only the odd person roamed and the upper city stilled in silence. The only sound coming from the gentle hum of a few floating vehicles gliding by.

As the group ventured towards the walkway down, Siyeon's eyebrows furrowed. An unsettling feeling grew within her as they began their decent.

Where is everyone?

The middle layers atmosphere felt different from the upper layer, and the shift was instant.
It bursted with neon lights and holographic advertisements that flashed on the side of buildings.
But unlike yesterday, the once lively streets, filled with business workers in sleek suits and tech junkies tinkering at their gear, was now desolate.

The only form of life coming from someone scurrying across the street.

Siyeon's stomach began to churn as her hand lingered near the gun at her thigh- her fingers brushing the holsters exterior as she kept a look out.

Her eyes flickered to a massive screen above one of the buildings to her left, that displayed a news broadcast.

"Tension continues to rise between corporate entities as new restrictions to the lower cities exports are put in place. Many civilians are questioning whether or not these restrictions will further widen the gap—"

Siyeon turned away. She already knew how it would finish.
Despite the many differences between Earth and Kwangya, social segregation was evidently prevalent throughout both dimensions.

The people at the bottom had nothing and suffered while the people at the top had everything and turned a blind eye.

Siyeon peered down the ravine beside her, gazing down at the city below and watching as the buildings disappeared into the shadows.

A lump formed in the girls throat as they continued to make their way to the building, and by the time they reached it, the unsettling feeling grew deeper within her.

Her eyes took in the boys in front of her, wondering if they also felt off about everything. Her fingers finally rested on top of her gun, peering around the quiet street as Mark turned to the group.

"You ready to figure out what the glitch is?" His voice was optimistic and Siyeon glanced down the alleyway next to her- watching as a shadowy figure scurried off into the distance.

"Mark..." she started, her voice trailing off.

Everything was quiet. Too quiet.

"Mark," she said once more, her voice more urgent and her eyes widened as she tried to push her way through the group to reach mark. To stop him as his fingers began to turn the door-handle.

"Mark, wait! Something isn't right—"

But it was too late.

They were too late.

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