It was around 8pm. The crickets chirped, the birds sang, and there was the light ambience of North Koreans talking. The streets were decorated in towering traffic lights
Kim Jong un bumped into xi Jinping, with an umbrella in his hand. They were good friends, so it was no big deal, and so they started a conversation, "how was your day", Kim starts, he hated small talk; he said it in an awkward tone.
"Great, especially after seeing you.", Xi Jinping responds, in a deep voice. Kim blushes, puts his hands toward his chest in a fist and he grins ever so slightly. Kim, while still blushing continues, "I have something.. t-to tell you", his face grows more red, "I-i love you". Jinping strokes his hair seductively, and says, "me too", in a low voice. "all the allyships, were not in the name of politics, but love", Jinping continues, charismatically. The world stopped, as Kim leaned in for a kiss, and Xi blushed and started the dance of tounges, both politicians became rock hard.
The dance of their tounges was passionate, the exchange of spit was warm and tasteful. Xi slowly pushed back and winked, he enjoyed the kiss.
