Was it Casual ? (Trump x Biden)

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Joe slams his door, crying. Soft tears falling from his eyes. The television was full of it. Him and his affair.

"How could you...?", Joe sniffles. His tears wouldn't be drying out soon. After all of he has done for him ?

He got himself in bed, hugging pillows. He remembered the time he would cry like this. Donald would have been by his side, cuddling him. Cooing him, saying it's alright. Donald would land kisses in his face, saying how pretty he looked, saying nothing would tear them apart. His sweet lies echoes in his head. He clutches his hand to his heart to ease the pain, knowing it will never be eased. Deep down, he'll always love him.

After a while of crying and hearing sad songs like Casual by Chappell Roan and Vampire Empire by Big Thief, his phone rang. Donald's name on it. He doesn't want to pick up but would he call again if he didn't answer now ?

He answers the phone and ease his hiccups from crying.

"Hello..", he said softly as if to trick Donald that he's been sleeping.

"Joe, honey, I can explain.", he said in a desperate tone. Joe decided to play dumb.

"Explain what, dear ?", there's a tinge of pain in his voice.

"You haven't seen the news ?", asked Donald.

"No..", in fact he did. "I haven't, I've been asleep.", he said as the tears pours out of his eyes again.

Donald chuckle.

"Then, there's nothing to say, honey.", there's a faint sound of man speaking Korean at the end of the line. Kim Jong Un.

His heart aches at the thought of him with Jong Un, how they exchange love letters like said in the news, how he said he has fallen in love, how he said Jong Un write great letters. It pisses him off.

"I've got to go, Joe.", Donald says urgently. Jong Un laughing prettily at the end of the line.

Without him getting to say goodbye, Donald cuts the line. His heart drops. Not even an 'I love you' we're exchanged. Even if it's all an act of Donald to keep him by his side, he had hoped for more. He had hoped that Donald never changed. He thought over it again, if that'll make Donald happy, he would pretend to be happy with him, he would pretend he didn't know about his affair. His devotion for him was not something he has control over. He tries to regain his composure, trying to make him once again Donald's favourite toy. He wore his best shirt and put up his best face cards and waits for Donald to arrive home.

Come midnight, his tyre screeches. Donald is home, at last. He runs downstairs to greet him, putting his best face on once again.

"Donal-", Jong Un in his arm.

"Shut the fuck up, would you ?", Donald said. He's completely drunk. There's a hint of expensive soju scent on his body.

His tears fell out. To see him bring Jong Un back to their home, makes his heart weeps.

"How could you ?", Joe screams as he pushes Donald. Donald sees it as a threat but ignores it, he's more busy with Jong Un in his arms.

Joe couldn't take it and pushes Jong Un off from his arm. He kicks his stomach and punches his face. Donald grabs his arm, holding him back. He got thrown off by Donald.

"What the fuck are you doing ?!", Donald says as his temper rising. Joe didn't back down, he runs for Jong Un's throat but Donald slaps his face before he did.

"Back off from him ! He's my lover. Are you blind ?", the orange screams. Joe cups his throbbing cheek as he looks at Donald helping Jong Un getting up. He kisses Jong Un's cheek and coos him to tell him that he'll be alright. Just like what he once did to Joe.

"Face it, Joe.", Donald say turning away from him.

      "I don't love you anymore."