Donald Trump x Kim Jong Un

Ch. 1 - Holiday

It was a Saturday morning and Trump was all cleared of his duties, and decided to take a break from work to take a satisfactory holiday. He pulled on his good old platform boots and a golf hat, and slid on a simple t-shirt and shorts. "Huzzah!" He yelled out at his outfit, looking appreciatively in the mirror.

Humming a melody of a song about America, Donald Trump shows off some dance moves, even hitting the griddy. He thought he looked so hot doing that. "Jeez, I'm literally eating with these moves," he murmured, curving his lips into a smile.

Until he heard a notification ring in his phone. He opened and read it, and his jaw dropped as he did so.

And about that...though he had paid for a private jet, it had broken down in the journey from coming to pick him up due to, well, circumstances. Grumbling at the news, Donald sighed and just walked along, out of his mansion. "Tsk!" Trump exclaims, kicking a pebble, his thunder thighs slightly jiggling due to the force. "Bakas..."

Arriving at the airport, he demands for his flight to be today - which draws curious glances from afar at his loud tone, and he had his servants to pack his luggage up. After a few hours, the plane finally arrived. Donald rolled his eyes and stood his BBL booty up.

He walked into the first class's area, looking at everyone there with a sidelong glance, in disgust. Obviously, he thought they were just wannabes of rich people. Settling down on his seat, he sighed and tapped airplane mode on his Samsung phone, the model seemingly from 2013.

After the flight, he finally stepped into the place he absolutely dreamed of going to - North Korea. "Oh my god! I learned so much korean to go to here, uwu, senpais, here I come!" he says with a cute grin, walking simply with his jacked up bodyguards.

But little did he know what he got himself into...