Yn's POV: The awesome gorgeous reader of this story is getting ready for another day at the Seven Eleven they worked at. They went to work in a Heather Chandler cosplay because why not.
There at the counter was their long term boyfriend, Vladimir Putin. Even though he was planning on bombing Ukraine, he was still hot. No but literally he had a fever and needed to go home, so YN had to take his shift while he took sick leave.
Grumbling but also slaying in their Heather Chandler cosplay, they sauntered to the counter, deciding to practice their Heather impression while they worked.
And they were an absolute savage.
"Grow up Heather, bulimia is SO '87."
"Do we have a problem? You got a bone to pick?"
"I'M BIGGER THAN JOHN LENNON!"
they left the customers quite confuzzled.
Suddenly, a familiar stranger entered the seven eleven. Kim Jong Un. Their ex boyfriend from college.
"AH SHOOT UH HI KIM JONG UN HOW ARE YOU" stammered YN.
"..hi? do I know you?",Kim Jong Un wondered.
"Um.. hello? Your ex, from college? Oxford??"
"Ohhh, hi..um..you work at a seven eleven? what happened to your art degree-
"NO NO NO WE DO NOT MENTION THAT! uh.. I kinda dropped out after we broke up.." YN muttered shyly. "...uh.. SO I HEARD YOU DO DRAG OR SMTH THAT'S COOL!how's that going?"
He seemed to drift off into space, in a trance like dream.
Kim Jong Un's POV: After the drag show, he changed out of his epic mystical awesome insanely cool outfit and saw the mysterious smexy orange man from the crowd.
They both shyly approached each other and introduced themselves. "Hi, I'm Kim Jong Un..I think I know you from somewhere??" Kim Jong Un inquired.
"I'm Donald Gay- uH I mean Donald J Trump! I think I do recognize you.....did you happen to end up in fat camp? Saint Logan Paul's?" he asked.
Kim Jong Un shuddered. "Saint Logan Paul's was a literal NIGHTMARE. I was thirteen when I went. It didn't work, obviously.."he rambled, his phat gus cheeks turning bright pink.
"Well, uh do you want to uh.. meet up sometime? Catch up on...stuff?" Donald Gay- I mean J Trump inquired.
"Sure. How about the femboy cat cafe this friday? 5:00? That's when my next shift is over.."
"Okay, works for me. See you soon!" He thought of all the things they would do on that date, Donald Trump's cursed orange hands caressing his phat cheeks, leaning in for a kiss-
Kim Jong Un got thrown out of his daydream by an annoyed girlboss YN, waiting for an answer.
"....So?"
"uH yeah! yeah.. umm... Yes."
"No, I was asking you about your drag career.."
"oH ok cool. It's great. The people, the clothes, the nice staff, a certain smexy orange man-no WAIT WHAT-
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obama x trump x biden x kim jong un x putin x reader
HumorThey loved eachother. at the same time. This totally won't get scandalous, witty, and ✨spicy✨
