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Hey!!! Happy Pride!!!
This is a collection of pride month SKZ oneshots. I will post the first one on June first and will do my best not to miss a day! Below are the prompts I'm using:

1) Actually, I'm not straight
2) Surprise! We're dating!
3) Early signs
4) Gender euphoria
5) Love letter
6) Slow dancing
7) Pride flags
8) Prideful baking
9) Wedding
10) Pride parade
11) Hand holding
12) Dream
13) Horoscopes
14) Are they dating or not?
15) First crush
16) AU
17) Realizing they're gay/queer
18) Hair dye
19) What if I liked both?
20) Cat
21) Pining
22) Secret dating
23) Dinner
24) Confession
25) Shopping
26) Double date
27) Movie night
28) Accidental coming out
29) Puppy
30) Unconditional love

Feel free to use these prompts to write your own pride fics. (Tell me if you do so I can read them!) Kudos and comments are appreciated but please be respectful. Stray kids everywhere all around the world!

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How do you tell the people you love most that you're not like them? How do you sit listening to them talk about a cute girl when you only want cute guys?
These were the thoughts running through Kim Seungmin's brain as he slid into the cafe booth, face heating up a little when his hand accidentally brushed Chan's. The entire walk here, Chan had been teasing Changbin about some girl he met at the gym. And Seungmin had sworn he would do it today. He wanted to. He really did. But after half an hour of his friends being hella straight, he wasn't about to come out. Certainly not now, with Chan's arm looped gently around his back while he stared at Seungmin in that way that made his heart flutter.
Seungmin wondered what Chan would say if he knew, if he understood just how deep Seungmin actually cared about him. He allowed himself a split second where he imagined that maybe, just maybe, Chan loved him back. But then-reality kicked back in and Seungmin could almost see the disgust and hate that would cross Chan's face.
He couldn't do this. Even after he'd spent an hour rehearsing the words he would say in the mirror last night, had tried as hard as he could to prepare for possibly losing all seven of the people he cared for the most in the world.
His doubt spiked even more when Changbin's voice cut into his thoughts. "Alright, that's enough about me. Someone else has to have an interesting love life. One of you has to have a pretty girl or I'm going to throw myself off a bridge!"
Right. Because Changbin would never want to hear about Seungmin's obsession with their leader.
"Nah, Bin, I think it's just you," Hyunjin said with a small laugh. "Unfortunately, I don't think there are any bridges handy, though."
"Seriously? What about that trainer who kept flirting with you, Minho?" Changbin demanded, desperate not to be alone in his tragic romance.
Minho raised his eyebrows, sipping his coffee judgementaly. "She wasn't flirting with me. And even if she had been, I have no interest in dating a trainer."
Changbin rolled his eyes before turning to his next target. "Innie?"
Jeongin shrugged casually. "I literally have no time for dating, hyung."
"Chan? You have to have someone!" Changbin pleaded.
"I mean…" Chan sighed. "Sort of?"
Seungmin's heart sank. Of course Chan had someone. He was too stunning not to.
"What do you mean, sort of?!" Felix demanded, suddenly invested.
"I mean that I like someone but there's nothing actually going on. It's not like I have a chance, anyways," Chan said.
"What, you fell for a girl with a boyfriend?" Changbin asked.
"No," Chan said quietly.
"What do you mean you don't have a chance then?" Felix asked.
"I mean it's not a girl!" Chan blurted suddenly.
Seungmin felt his brain short-circut. Chan was straight. Or so Seungmin had thought.
There was a moment of silence before Han spoke. "You mean you're gay?"
"Pan. I like all genders," Chan corrected, face red.
There was another pause.
"I'm gay," Seungmin said suddenly. He wasn't even sure he said it for a second until he felt the weight rise off his chest. He wasn't alone. No matter what happened next, he wasn't alone.
"Uh, me too, bro. I'm surprised you didn't notice, actually," Han said, snickering slightly.
"I'm bi. And not sure why we all hid this," Felix said.
"Yeah, I'm gay too," Hyunjin said.
Seungmin watched as every single one of his friends, without exception, came out. By the time they were done, Chan was crying happy tears and Changbin was laughing.
"I guess we'll have to add pretty boys to our discussions, then," Changbin said.
Seungmin had never felt more at home.

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Felix took a swig of water, trying to catch his breath before Chan made them run through the choreo again. They'd been practicing it for weeks, but somehow Felix never managed to get it. It was so unlike him, the one who got choreo perfect on the first try, that Felix could sense Chan was worried about him.
But Felix was determined to get it right. For STAYS, and for himself. So once he caught his breath, he stepped back into the middle of the floor, joining the others.

By the time that practice was over, Felix was exhausted. He wanted nothing more than to curl up on his couch with Hyunjin and watch some stupid kdrama. Unfortunately, though, Chan had other plans for him.
"Lixie? Can you come here for a second?"
Felix sighed but went to talk to his leader anyways. "What do you want, hyung?"
Chan was silent for a second, as if considering his exact next words. "Look, I'm worried about you."
"I'm fine-" Felix started, only to be cut of.
"You say that, but I'm not so sure. Is your back bothering you?" Concern was written all over Chan's features, as if there was nothing worse than one of his members in pain.
"No! I just… I just think I'm having an off week, that's all," Felix said.
Chan nodded slowly, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Okay. Then… would you be open to extra practice tonight? I'm sure Hyunjin or Minho would love to help you."
If only Chan knew that exactly no practice would get done if Hyunjin helped Felix. Maybe some practice making out, if that counted. Felix wasn't completely opposed to the idea, so he shrugged casually. "Sure. I think Minho is busy though."
"Great! Hyunjin!" Chan called, waving him over enthusiastically.
"Yeah?" Hyunjin asked, moving to stand next to Felix. Their hands brushed in what would have appeared as an innocent way to anyone else, but Felix knew it was intentional.
"Do you want to help Felix with his choreography tonight?" Chan suggested eagerly.
Hyunjin looked at Felix, eyebrows raised slightly, before turning back to face Chan. "Yeah, sure."
"Great!" Chan said, clapping his hands together and walking away, completely oblivious.
Hyunjin looked down at Felix, a mischevious glint in his eyes. "You do realize we won't get any work in, right?"
Felix smiled slightly. "Of course I know that. That's why I agreed to it."

Later that night, Felix found himself pressed against one of the practice room mirrors, lips locked in a desperate kiss with Hyunjin's.
They had been in the practice room for half an hour, and had not spent a single second running through the choreo.
Felix sighed into Hyunjin's mouth, reaching up to run his fingers through his boyfriend's hair---
The door clicked open.
"Hey, how's the practice--oh my god."
Hyunjin and Felix flung apart, looking at Chan, who looked slightly traumatized.
"Uhhh… sorry?" Chan said awkwardly. "What in hell is happening?"
Felix laughed nervously. "Nothing."
"Yeah, tell that to your neck," Chan said.
"Um... Surprise? We're dating," Hyunjin said.
"I… okay… uh…" Chan stuttered. "I'm kind of scared to leave to be honest. I'd rather keep this room bodily-fluid free…"
"Hyung! We were just kissing!" Hyunjin said.
"Yeah, with your tongues shoved halfway down eachother's throats," Chan muttered. "Okay. Come on. We're going back to my dorm. I'll make you tea. And you can have cookies as an apology for walking in on you."
"Yay!" Felix said, grabbing Hyunjin's arm and practically dragging him out of the practice room after Chan.

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Jeongin walked slightly behind the group, content with watching the chaos from afar. Sometimes he likes to participate in said chaos, but then there are days like today. Days where he's perfectly happy listening to his friends chatter and watching them shove eachother playfully.
Sometimes, he likes to observe, to see if anything has changed or if anyone is acting a little off. And today, that someone is Seungmin.
Jeongin knows Seungmin well, as they are the two youngest and tend to be paired together a lot during activities. They get along good, and have become good friends over the years. Which is why Jeongin notices something is wrong.
Well, not wrong, exactly. Just… different. Something in the way he carries himself, in the way he seems to gravitate naturally towards Chan. The way his cheeks flush a little as he laughs at something Chan said.
It makes Jeongin wonder if maybe something has changed, even something subconcious. They all care about their leader, but the way Seungmin is acting is just… more. Caring but on steroids.
It takes Jeongin a few moments to realize the truth of it all. Seungmin doesn't just care for Chan. He's in love with him.
The thought makes Jeongin want to squeal with delight and scream with displeasure at the same time. He's happy for Seungmin, he realy is. But the thought of his best friend dating their leader? It was an interesting thought, to say the least. But it wasn't something Jeongin even needed to consider at the moment. These were just early signs. He wasn't even sure that Seungmin had realized he was in love yet.
Jeongin doubted that Seungmin even realized he was gay. He probably still thought the reason he'd never liked a girl was because none of them were the right ones.
Jeongin thought back to a night a few months ago, when he and Seungmin had watched a drama together, and Seungmin had confessed that he'd never kissed anyone. He had said he thought it was gross and would never want to kiss a girl.
But now, Seungmin looked like all he wanted was to kiss Chan.
Jeongin shook his head, feeling slightly amused. Whatever happened next, he would always be there for Seungmin, even if this went terribly wrong. But he hoped with his whole heart that this would work out.

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Felix looked in the mirror, feeling warmth swelling in his chest. He had never felt more like himself than this moment, dressed in a cropped butter yellow sweater, a pastel pink skirt, and dangly sunshine earrings. His nails were painted sparkly blue and his dainty fingers were adorned with glittery rings.
He fumbled with the eyeshadow palette, nearly dropping it, but he managed to catch it before it hit the floor in what would have been a catastrophe.
He brushed glittery lavendar eyeshadow over his eyelids before closing the palette with a click and applying mascara.
When he was done with his makeup, Felix looked in the mirror, feeling his smile widen. He spun around a few times, giggling softly when his skirt flared out around him.
The door opened to reveal Hyunjin, who crossed the room in two long strides, planting a gentle kiss on Felix's forehead.
"Come on, sunshine. We have to go," Hyunjin said, tucking a strand of Felix's blonde hair behind his ear.
"How do I look?" Felix asked, sounding a little nervous.
Hyunjin smiled fondly. "Like an angel."
He leaned down, brushing a kiss against the tip of Felix's nose, earning a giggle from the younger. Hyunjin looked down at Felix, eyes soft and full of warmth. "But how do you feel?"
Felix considered for a moment. "I feel like me."
"Are you happy?" Hyunjin asked softly. Felix nodded, and Hyunjin reached forwards, pulling him in for a hug. "Then it doesn't matter how I think you look. All I care about is if you feel happy and comfortable."
Felix felt the warmth in his chest swell even more. "I love you."
"I love you too, baby. Forever," Hyunjin said.
Felix had never been happier in his whole life.

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The paper under Chan's fingers crinkled as he pressed it closer to his chest, almost as if he was scared to show it to Seungmin. They'd been dating for almost six months now, and Chan had a habit of writing Seungmin little notes and letters.
But something about this time felt different, as if the paper Chan was holding said something heartbreaking and impossibly sweet. Something that would make tears water in Seungmin's eyes and hapiness swell in his chest.
"Come on, Channie! Just show me what you wrote! I already know you're obsessed with me," Seungmin said, smiling the way he always did for Chan.
Chan hesitated for a second before shoving the paper towards Seungmin. "Here. Just… read it."
Seungmin smiled faintly, taking the paper from Chan and reading it over.

Dear Minnie,
I know I'm probably with you while you're reading this, but while I'm writing it, I miss you. I have something to say to you, Kim Seungmin. I hate to tell you, but you're in love with me. I know four-letter L words scare you, whick is a bold statement from a boy who's this obsessed with me. But you don't need to declare anything, because it's written all over your face. These are facts. You come with subtitles, and you don't even realize it. So, I hate to break it to you, but what you're feeling is love. You're an encyclopedia of contradiction; you'll send me love letters but you won't admit you're in love with me. Well, Minnie, how's this for a love letter: I'm head over heels for you. And if you ever want to try out one of those scary L words on me, I promise I'll say it back.
XOXO, Chan

He read it once, twice, and then a third time. Chan was never this straightforward and assertive unless he meant something. Which meant he was in love with Seungmin.
Seungmin had known he was in love with Chan for a long time. But Chan was right. He was scared. Scared that he wasn't enough. Scared that he would say it and Chan would break his heart. Scared that he would fuck something up and Chan would realize he didn't love Seungmin.
But something had shifted, and Seungmin felt it. He was still scared, but he felt safe, like some of the things he was worried about were irrelevant. And the rest of his doubts melted away when Chan spoke.
"I'm not going anywhere, Min. I promise."
Seungmin took a deep breath. "I love you."
Chan's eyes widened before a look of pure joy washed over his face. "I love you, too. So much."
He pulled Seungmin in for a hug, and they stood like that for a moment, tears of relief rolling down Seungmin's cheeks and a small, delicate smile on Chan's lips.
Because this was real. This was love. Infinite, endless, unconditional. And it was meant to be.

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Jisung stood awkwardly at the edge of the dance floor, watching Minho twirl with what felt like the thousandth girl. He adgusted his tux slightly, feeling uncomfortable in such a formal outfit.
Why did Chan have to make them come to this? Jisung would much rather be curled under a blanket in his dorm watching a cheesy movie with Minho. Or listening to Minho hum quietly while he cooked dinner for them. Or doing anything but this.
Jisung felt that all-too-familiar twinge in his chest, the one that made his heart break a little more each time. He loved Minho. God, he loved him so much. Every word Minho spoke was magic, every touch electric. The way Minho moved, danced, with this stunning precision…
Han Jisung was in too deep.
He would sell his soul for a single kiss, jump off a million cliffs if he knew Minho was waiting at the bottom, do anything just to have this boy.
And yet, Minho didn't seem to notice. Here he was, spinning a cute blonde in a swirling purple dress, smiling when she laughed, talking to her in a way that had her hanging onto his every word. It made Jisung want to throw up. Or murder the girl. He wasn't quite sure yet.
"Jisung? Why do you look like your plotting a murder?" Hyunjin asked, moving to stand next to Jisung.
"Because I am," Jisung said, pouting a little.
Hyunjin laughed. "What's wrong, Hannie?"
Han frowned, gesturing at Minho and the girl. "See her? She's like, what, the tenth girl he's danced with tonight? And he's got every single one practically falling at his feet."
Hyunjin gave him a pointed look. "Why does it bother you? He just wants to have fun. Make the best of a shitty situation, you know? Maybe get laid in the process. It's perfectly reasonable."
Jisung rolled his eyes dramatically. "You don't get it."
"What's happening?" Minho's voice startled Jisung, who looked up to see the boy walking towards them, drink in hand.
"Nothing," Han said, a little too sharply.
"Sungie? You okay?" Minho asked, concern lacing his voice.
"I'm fine. Just fucking fine," Jisung muttered.
Minho flashed a concerned look. "Why don't you come dance with me? I need a break from all these girls. I'd rather be with you."
"Then why didn't you ask sooner?" Jisung asked, feeling his heart soften.
"You were over here and all these girls kept asking me to dance and I felt like I should say yes even though you're the only one here I want to dance with," The words spilled out, and Jisung felt his breath catch.
He offered his hand, earning a smile from Minho, who pulled him onto the dance floor, wraping his arms around Jisung's waist and pulling him in close. They stood like that for a moment, Han's hands looped around Minho's neck, moving gracefully to the music, before Minho changed their positioning.
Han squeaked slightly when Minho lowered him in a dip, earning a smirk from the older.
They spun until they were both dizzy before stumbling over to the drink cart, laughter spilling from their lips. Jisung could feel the eyes of the Minho Fan Club, but he wasn't worried about it. Because in that moment, he could just tell. Minho was entirely his.

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The group lay scattered around the living room of Chan and Jeongin's dorm. Seungmin was sprawled accross Chan's lap, fast asleep. Hyunjin, Han, Felix, and Jeongin were in the midst of a vicsious Mariokart battle, all screaming at the TV whenever something went wrong. Minho was sitting on the floor next to Jisung, staring at him lovingly while trying to mess up the others so his boyfriend could win. Changbin lay upsidedown on an armchair, scrolling lazily on his phone.
And Chan watched it all with a caring expression, gently stroking Seungmin's hair, not caring that the boy was drooling a little in his sleep.
It was the kind of familiar quiet chaos that filled the dorms on days like this, the kind that felt like home. It was loud in this gentle sort of way, in a way where it felt safe, calm, even with four screaming boys playing Mariokart on the floor and throwing Cheetos at eachother. Chan watched them carefully, feeling warm inside.
After a particularly violent shout from Jeongin, Seungmin blinked awake, staring sleepily up at Chan. "What's… going on?"
His voice was sleepy, disoriented, and it made Chan smile. "Hey, puppy. You fell asleep."
Seungmin jumped a little as all four boys on the floor screamed at once, race coming to an end. Jeongin stood up, stretching his arms and looking around the room. "Oh, good, Seungmin's awake! I have something for everyone!"
Changbin looked at him suspiciously. "If you baked something, I'm not eating it."
Jeongin smiled widely but didn't say anything except "Follow me!"
The others looked at eachother and shrugged before following their maknae into his bedroom, where he was already digging around in his closet. He emerged holding a plastic bag.
"Okay, so I went shopping the other day. And you know me. If there's a sale, I have to buy it," Jeongin explained.
"Oh no," Jisung said. "What did you buy now?"
"I'm sorry, did you just say you went shopping without me? You traitor!" Felix asked, mock insulted.
"Jeongin, if whatever is in that bag could be used to kill someone, I want no part in this," Hyunjin stated.
"Technically, most things could be used to kill someone…" Minho said.
Jeongin rolled his eyes. "I bought us all pride flags, dumbasses."
Felix sqealed. "I take it back! Hand over the gay!"
Jeongin laughed, pulling a bi flag out of the bag and presenting it to Felix, who immediately put it on like a cape. Jeongin passed gay flags to Minho, Jisung, Hyunjin, and Seungmin, a bi flag to Changbin, and a pan flag to Chan.
By the time five minutes had passed, Hyunjin had taken thirty selfies of him and Felix with their flags, Jisung and Minho had draped themselves with the pride flags but kept flipping them over eachother's heads, and Chan and Seungmin were cuddlng on the bed, using the flags as blankets. Changbin had turned his into a skirt, and Jeongin was struggling to tie his bi flag into a cape.
This was the kind of chaos that felt right. Simple and beautiful. Everlasting.

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When Hyunjin opened the door to Felix and Seungmin's dorm, it took him a second to take everything in. The dorm was organized and neat for the most part, since Chan insisted they cleaned it regularly.
Except for the kitchen. The kitchen was full on chaos. Flour and sugar was everywhere, and random measuring cups were scattered along the counter.
And in the middle of it all stood Felix, apron covered in flour and brownie batter on his hands. He had a smear of flour accross his face, but he didn't seem to notice.
As Hyunjin stepped in, Felix looked up, a smile lighting up his freckled face. "Jinnie! Come help me put the brownies in the oven and then we can start on the cookies!"
Hyunjin laughed, taking off his shoes and hurrying over to Felix, opening the oven so Felix could slide the brfownies in.
"Remind me again why we're doing this?" Hyunjin asked.
"Because it's fun. And I like eating brownies and cookies, don't you?" Felix said. "Here, you can make the icing."
Felix handed Hyunjin a piece of paper covered in Felix's familiar handwriting. Hyunjin mumbled a half-assed complaint before gathering the ingredients. Felix was very particular about who was allowed to help with things like this.
Half an hour later, the brownies were done and the cokies were going into the oven. Hyunjin had made ten different color of icing, much to Felix's discontent.
"We only need, like, five. Not ten!" He complained, although Hyunjin knew he wasn't actually upset.
"I wanted to make a pride flag!" Hyunjin argued. "I need all these colors!"
Felix sighed but didn't fight it any more. When the cookies were done, they sat down at the table together, trays of cookies and bowls of colored icing layed out in front of them, and started to decorate. As promised, Hyunjin made a pride flag, along with the stray kids logo and his dog, Kkami. Felix made two bi flags and an attempt at what he claimed was a portrait of Hyunjin, but had ended up looking more like a blob.
The two of them laughed and decorated cookies until there were none left, all of them covered in bright icing. Maybe things weren't perfect, but they would always have this. They would always have eachother.

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Minho leaned against the mirror, watching Han attempt to execute the choroegraphy for the thousandth time. He'd been working on the same move for half an hour… and had somehow gotten worse?
Minho choked on a laugh as Han tripped over his own feet on a spin, managing to catch himself before he fell. "Jisungie, I think that's enough practice for today."
Han glared at him dramatically. "One more run through."
Minho rolled his eyes. "Come on, jagi. I'll buy you cheesecake!"
Han's face lit up. "Really?"
"Really," Minho said, nodding. He held out his hand to Han, who took it willingly, bouncing along next to Minho as he started to lead then down the hallway.
Once they got to the cafe, Han made a beeline for the display counter, peering eagerly at the different flavors of cheesecake. Minho let him pick one before ordering himself an iced chai and paying. He and Han sat down in a booth together, holding hands accross the table.
"Have I told you today that I love you?" Han asked, smiling brightly as he took a bite of cheesecake.
Minho laughed. "Once in your sleep arount three a.m. Twice this morning when you were barely awake. Two more times on the drive to practice. Once in the practice room. Five times on the walk here. So, yes. Eleven times."
Han giggled. "It's because it's true. But also, why were you awake at three a.m?"
"You woke me up! You were talking in your sleep!" Minho said. "You think I wanted to be awake at such ungodly hours of the morning?"
"What was I saying? Besides that I love you," Han asked.
Minho smirked. "Oh, lots of things. Nothing I didn't already know, of course."
Han blushed a bit, taking the last bite of his cheesecake. "Wanna go to the arcade?"
Minho shrugged. "Why not?"

When they got to the arcade, it was filled with flashing lights and loud noises, as usual. They wandered around for a bit, Han challenging Minho to a dance competition that he lost badly and Minho engaging in a Pacman tournament with his overenthusiastic boyfriend.
After around half an hour, they found themselves at a claw machine. Minho won a plushie and a little plastic ball. When he popped the ball open, there was a ring pop inside.
He grinned, ripping the package open and getting down on one knee in front of Jisung, holding the ring up like an offering. "Marry me?"
Jisung burst out laughing.

But little did either of them know, in two years, they would be standing together on a beach with a crowd of people they loved watching them promise themselves to eachother.

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Jeongin looked through his closet, debating what to wear. This was his first pride, and he was beyond excited. Everything had to be perfect, starting with his outfit.
After around twenty minutes of internally debating and around fifty texts from Changbin telling him to hurry up, he finally settled on an outfit. A light blue sweater and a cream skirt, paired with leg warmers and chunky shoes. Jeongin added a few necklaces and bracelets before grabbing his pride flag and stepping out into the living room.
Chan was waiting for him, dressed in a white t-shirt with a corgi wearing a pride cape on it, a pair of shorts, and an armful of colorful bracelets Felix had made for him.
"Ready?" Chan asked, smiling. Jeongin nodded and they left the dorm, Chan locking the door behind them. When they got to Chan's car, Jeongin got into the passenger seat.
They made a quick stop to pick up Felix and Seungmin before continuing on their way.
"Hey, Innie! Love the outfit!" Felix said brightly.
Jeongin smiled, a little self-concious. "Thanks."
Jeongin had never actually worn a skirt out in public, but his friends were used to seeing him in them around the dorm. It was something they were used to and supported, and Jeongin was endlessly grateful.
Chan parked his car and they all spilled out, Felix running over to give Hyunjin a kiss and shower him with rainbow glitter before forcing a mini pride flag into his hand.
Minho and Jisung had a big rainbow pride flag wrapped around their shoulders. Jisungs jacket was covered in bright pride pins, and his nails were painted rainbow. Minho had done his eyeshadow in the colors of the gay flag.
Changbin was wearing a tank top that was the colors of the bi flag, and Seungmin had been forced by Chan to wear a rainbow sweater. Hyunjin was wearing a cropped black shirt with rainbow stripes on the sleeves and dangly rainbow earrings. Felix was covered head-to-toe in glitter, from the strands of tinsel weaved into his blonde hair, to his flawless makeup, to his glittery blue crop-top.
Jeongin smiled as Felix passed out mini pride flags, tossing a pan one to Chan and a bi one at Jeongin himself.
Once the parade actually started, it took a few seconds for Jeongin to take everything in, from the mass of people to the flags and signs. He stayed close to his friends, moving with the crowd in a way that could only be described as unity. Thousands of people, gathered for the same cause, and Jeongin was part of it.

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I accidentally posted the previous chapter twice and it wouldn't let me delete this one TT