obama x trump x biden x kim jong un x putin x reader

appetite of a fat korean

Kim Jong was depressed. He couldn't believe Trump was with another woman behind his back. If he told him, he'd understand, and she would be part of their relationship. But no, he had to sneak around with her.

Am I not good enough for him? he thought.

He sat for a moment before ordering door dash.

Y/N came running over with his order in under twenty seconds.

"Yo, Kim Jong Un, you good, man? you ordered like.. forty seven meals on door dash."

Kim Jong shook his head. "I just need something to take my mind off of him."

Y/N's face softened, saying, "Kim Jong Un, you're still upset about Trump? I never thought he would make you this sad. Do you want me to stay with you?"

He sniffled and nodded.

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Donald Trump stared out of the window, the light from the setting sun illuminating his crusty orange face with an even oranger glow.

He felt bad for Y/N, and understood how they felt. He just wished he could explain to them a bit more. He knew how it felt to misunderstand a situation.

He finished typing a message to Y/N on his phone and quickly sent it. He understood that it would take more than an apology to fix things, but it was the first step of many to make things right.

Y/N liked him. Trump knew it, everyone knew it, but Y/N wouldn't admit it. Not even to themself. They were crushed when they saw Trump with another woman, but it only crushed them more when they saw Kim Jong's reaction to the situation. To Y/N, friends come before feelings.

He looked down at his phone.

The text was marked as read.

*Y/N is typing...*

He waited for a moment, anticipating a reply.

No reply came.