Heart domination - trump x kim jong-un

The hidden cards

The year was 2018, Donald trump was currently the president of the USA. He was staring intensely at the letter in his rough hands. Holding it with all the care in the world, as if it would rip to shreds otherwise. That could look like a simple piece of paper, but if one looks closer, the amount of feelings poured over it would reveal that it was in fact much more than that.
A love letter, such an old concept of writing your feelings down to the one you love. So simple, yet so charming. It was the one of easiest ways to say every little thing you wanted about that special someone, to say how beautiful, how charming or unique that person truly was. Usually, those were obviously meant to be given to a loved one, yet, Trump decided that this one was never to see the light of the day again.
There were thousands of them, thousands he wrote just for that man, that little rocket man that so easily melted his heart. It was like a fairytale, Kim's mere presence was enough for him to truly believe in the "true love" everyone talked about; almost the way a child believes in santa. But alas, it was still just a fantasy, just a concept, not real. So he hid it, hid all of them, pushed all of them away in the depths of his heart and nearly wished to not see it again. But it would always come back, to haunt him, to remind him such feelings can't just cease to exist, and that he loved that man.
Evening was starting to approach, Trump got out of his trance and shoved the letter in a safe, together with all the others. He was no madman, he did not wanted anybody to know about the content of those letters, including the beautiful man they were about, especially him. He was afraid of what his reaction would be to them; would he be weirded out? Concerned? Would he outright reject him? He was so afraid of what could happen. Those feelings were so overwhelming, so bad yet so good, so hard to deal with but at the same time it made him more than alive, it made him feel happiness. However it was so obvious to see why and how those feelings were wrong. "Rocket man", as he liked to call him, was his rival, a dictator, someone who had no time or reason to nurture feelings for the president, at least not the feelings he wanted. Just the usual "I'm better than you and I don't even need to prove it" was the only thing he would get from Kim jong-un, and he knew that.
The president let out a tired sigh. He has been exchanging letters with the dictator for some time now, not the same type he was writing previously of course, but he was always looking forward to receiving those. Counting the days and wondering what would have in them, maybe a love confession one day? obviously not he thought, but everyone is allowed to dream, to fantasize and make their wishes seem possible, right? Yes indeed, the entire world has dreams, and those about love are the most common. It's not like that was weird, not at all, but it was certainly uncalled for. In this world, dreams and reality are a different thing, no matter how much he deludes himself with these thoughts, they won't come true, they will stay exactly where they should be: in his head. And the harsh, cruel reality will be just like it always was, a gray place where feelings could be your downfall.
On the other hand, he could always go for a third or fourth option. The third being a goodnight sleep, where illusions and reality would dance together in his brain, creating his wishes and allowing him to tell the dictator everything he felt, and be accepted with a shy smile and a hand for him to hold. Or the fourth; pick another stationary, raise his pen against the empty paper, write everything he loved about his cute "rocket man" and think about this distorted yet sweet possibility of Kim not only accepting, but also showing him love letters he wrote with an adorable flustered expression on his face. Very unlikely, yes. But a man is allowed to dream, no?
After some thought, he decides that he has written enough love letters today, and while everything seemed oh so sweet, he couldn't just just keep torturing himself with this thing that's never gonna happen. Sleep is also nonsensical, as it was just as much of stupidity as the former, both were sweet illusions of his mind that felt real and warm, and both would never be reality, both were never leave his head, the two of them would be nothing but stuck in there, they won't leave but won't cease either. So that's it, he decided it, they were gonna leave his head for good. The president would invite Kim jong-un to one of their usual lunch dates. He was ready to sort things out, to get those out of his chest. He did not know what would be the dictator's answer, and while a "no" would deeply hurt him, keeping those damned feelings to himself would much more.

He was determined to end those feelings.