I wake up early in the morning, my nose red and cold from the crisp air seeping throgh the flaws in the window. I sit up and slide to the edge of the bed and stare at the wall for one too many seconds, my mind wandering to what the day will bring. I pick myself up from the edge of the bed and stumble to my kitchen to start the small coffee maker I own. The coffee always comes out burnt and biter but I refuse to get a new one. You see, the coffee maker was the last thing my dead parents gave to me before they died.
It was my birthday and they had come over to celebrate. It had been the first birthday to celebrate with them since they had become drug addicts. After spending the evening with me they went home and got into a head on collision. I was devastited and all I had left of them was a $30 coffe maker from Target. The coffei collects in an old mug I stole from my best friend Jefreys house. While I let my cofee cool some I take a shower and get dressed, I wear a navy blue suit with a white butten up under, and my favorite tie with little dead babies and dogs on it. I put on my shiny dress shoes, finish my coffee and step outside my door. Go downstairs and outside and flag a taxi down, get in and head off to work.
When I arrive at the small company I work at in NYC i head to the evalvator. The crowd rushes in with me and once im in my body starts feeling strange "Ngh mhn" I gasp at the sound ive just made, what just happened to me? "Oba-" the elevator stops before my voice can finish the sound. I think to myself how odd. I brushed the peoples crumbs that had landed on the cuff of my sleeve and sniffed them daintily. GMMMhh how I wish they were the crumbs of my favorite president Mr Obama-chan. I bet you that his velvety soft cocoa brown skin smells like luxurious chocolate from see's candy mhnn so...decadent. It sends a shiver spirallling through my body as I think of it.NNMMGBNHHN I wonder what those plush lips taste like, roses? Vanilla? Ill never know.
I sigh to myself as I walk to my cubicle. I reach into my messenger bag and pull out my seat cushion. iii place my favorite waifus body pillow, with Barak obamas face stitched on it, on my seat and place myself in the middle of it. It keeps me motivated by being something ill never have but wish to achive, oh how i would love to sink my face into those mommy milk- "Yo, Namjoon what are ya thinking about ur face is a little red" says my coworker Hary Stiles.
" Oh.... Nothing," I shakily reply. I stop my trembling leg with my hend.
"Sure bud, i just wanted to let you know the company's president is coming by the office sometime this week, just a heads up, '' says Haryy Stiles with his lovely accent.
"Really!?!?!," I reply a little too quickly, fealing heat growing in my face.
"Uh yeahh... make sure your on your best behavior," He replied as he began to walk away.
Of course I'd be on my best behavior for the president, I un- butten the top button of my shirt, it feels a bit hot in hear after talking about the scrumptious cocoa colored man anyway... I begin to get to work. My ability to focus is slowly draining from my body as the thoughts of Obamas hot breath on my neck clouds my vision. I feel my eyes begin to grow hevy and my concisonnes drifft from me. I dream about the day i got hired. I had gone to my DeAd parents funeral and saw a HELP WANTED sign on a street post and decided i needed aa job. When i walked in for a interview I saw him for the first time. His brown orbs stared at me with such myustery I was so taken back i was a simp at first sight as they say. I was so flustered I could bareilly talk. I stuttered my way through all of his questions and somehow landed the job. He led me to the door and gestured for me to leave. As I was making my way out he stopped me.
" Dont worry I wouldn't let someone as innocent as you end up on the streets jobless or somthing" he whispered as he carrassed my back and winked at me.
I wake up up from a tap on my shoulder groaning from my groggyness "nGH!" i exclaim.
"Wakey Wakey kitten," he say his voice utmost decadent.
"AA" I exclaim as I jump from my seat.
" M-mr O-obama, I-i was j-just-" he interrupts me
"Its fine kitten I just thought I should let you knoe that works ovr, ill see you this week i hope?" he say before beginning to leave.
"Y-yes" I stutter.
That was so embarrassing, Mr. Obama chan seeing me so weak and vulnerable like that mhnn hes so so scrumptious. I start collecting my things and place my body pillow back into my bag, caressing Obamas face as i squish him inside. Even as distorted as his image is right now he still looks like a damn greek god. His soft looking cropped greyish balck hair i want to run my hands over the spikey cute folecules.
I walk towards the elevator and see that it is about to close. I run for the closing doors squeezing through just before it shuts, but I feel my face run into something...soft?
"Careful kitten you dont want to get smashed..,. Or at least not by an elevator" Obama chan states.
"M-mommy?" I exclaimed as if my mouth was moving on it's own.
Oce I relized what I said I Apologized profusely.
"Mommy? Huh? I thought i was more of a daddy" he questions
"Da-daddy oBaMa!" I shout. What just happened? Well heck now im as a tomato.
"I like the sound of that kitten," he says before getting off the elevator. I stand frozen before the elevator door, what is happening to me. I know I've been in love with that dark fudgy skin for a while bu't I don;t know what is making me behave this way.
I get back home from a long day and plop into bed removing my shoes and socks, and slip on my obama covered and scented onesie. In the moment of silence im in i think about obama-chans pronounced laugh lines i want to run my finger on them and tell him how scrumptious he is. I reach for my socks puppets that I made of myself and obama and begin roleplaying.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride" I smash the too puppets together making kissy sounds. MMhgmm how i wish I was a puppet. I put the puppets back in my drawer and get ready to sleep that is when my phone starts ringing its a call from my BFF Jefrey Whu. I press my finger against the answer button.
"Hey jef, What's up," I sey, tired from my play time.
"Nothing much Kim, just wanted to check how your day was" Jef says in a monotone voice like always.
"Well, to be honest I had a weird day" I say
"What happened?" Jefrey questions
"It just seems that whenever the predsnet is around I begin to act...inaprtopriatky...." I reply.
" How so?" He questions.
"Uhh...I'd rather not go into detail" I say as I adj ust the camera angle to something more flattering.
"Listen im sure whatever it was nobody thought nothing of it" he says reasuriing me
"Sure jef....Sure" I say
"Alright well ill let you sleep, Talk to you soon" Jef says
"Goodnight" I reply hovering my finger over the hang up buttun.
" I lov-" I clicked the button before jef could finish, wonder what he was going to say. Oh well he will text me if it's important, I'll go to sleep now.
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An Ode to Obama-chan
Fanfiction"Wakey Wakey kitten," he say his voice utmost decadent. "AA" I exclaim as I jump from my seat. " M-mr O-obama, I-i was j-just-" he interrupts me "Its fine kitten I just thought I should let you knoe that works ovr, ill see you this week i hope?" he...
