A Political Passion (work in progress leev me alone)

An Unlikely Encounter

Donald Trump sat in his office, brooding over the state of the world. With a heavy sigh, he glanced at the stack of papers on his desk, each one detailing the mounting international concerns. Just as he was about to pour himself a glass of Diet Coke, a knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. "Come in," Trump called out, straightening in his chair. The door creaked open and in walked his unexpected visitor, none other than Kim Jong Un. His presence shocked Trump, who struggled to maintain his composure.

"Kim Jong Un, what an unexpected surprise," Trump said, trying to sound as composed as possible. Kim Jong Un chuckled, his eyes flickering with mischief. "I thought we could have a little chat," Kim Jong Un replied, closing the door behind him and striding into the office, each step causing a slight rumble. Trump raised an eyebrow, feeling a mix of suspicion and curiosity.

Trump gestured for Kim Jong Un to take a seat across from him, and he reluctantly complied. As the two settled into their chairs, an awkward silence filled the room. Trump fidgeted with his cufflinks, trying to find his words. Meanwhile, Kim Jong Un seemed eerily calm, his gaze fixed on Trump.

"I'll cut to the chase, Trump," Kim Jong Un finally spoke, breaking the silence. "I didn't come here for a diplomatic discourse. I came here for something else entirely." Trump's curiosity piqued, his eyes narrowing as he tried to discern Kim Jong Un's intentions. "And what might that be?" he asked cautiously. Kim Jong Un leaned forward, his eyes locking onto Trump's. "I've been doing some thinking about us, you and I," he said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I've come to realize that there's something between us, something more than just politics."

Trump's heart skipped a beat as he processed Kim Jong Un's words. He had always known that there was a simmering tension between them, but he never dared to entertain the possibility of it being anything more. "That's absurd," Trump protested weakly, trying to maintain his composure. "We're adversaries, not love interests." Kim Jong Un chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Is it really so absurd, Trump?" he asked, his voice soft yet laced with mischief. "Think about it: the late-night tweets, the tense negotiations, the exchanged love letters, the constant power plays... There's a certain chemistry there, wouldn't you agree?"

Trump felt a wave of uncertainty wash over him. He couldn't deny that there was something there - a connection that went beyond their professional rivalry. But he also couldn't ignore the fact that they were from different worlds, with different goals and ideologies. "Even if there is something between us, it's impossible," Trump said, shaking his head. "Our countries, our people, they would never understand." Kim Jong Un nodded thoughtfully, a sly smile on his face. "Perhaps you're right," he mused, his gaze drifting around the room. "But is that really a reason to ignore what we feel? To deny ourselves a chance at something truly amazing?"Trump was torn between his logic and his heart. He knew that giving into these feelings would be dangerous, but he also couldn't ignore the growing attraction he felt toward Kim Jong Un. "What are you suggesting, then?" Trump asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "We can't just ignore our responsibilities, our obligations." Kim Jong Un leaned even closer, his breath warm against Trump's ear. "I'm suggesting we indulge ourselves," he murmured, the words sending a shiver down Trump's spine. "Just for a little while. Let the world carry on without us while we explore what's between us."

Trump's resistance was weakening, but he still harbored doubts. "And what happens when our affair becomes public?" he asked, his voice laced with worry. "The media would have a field day with us." Kim Jong Un shrugged, his confidence unwavering. "Let them talk," he said, a devilish glimmer in his eye. "We're both powerful men, Trump. We can handle a bit of scandal. Besides, maybe the world needs to see some unexpected love." Trump couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. Here he was, discussing a secret affair with one of his biggest rivals. But somewhere in his heart, he knew that he had been drawn to Kim Jong Un for a long time now, despite himself. "Fine," he said finally, his voice betraying a hint of excitement. "We'll have our little affair. But we need to be discreet. No one can find out, understood?" Kim Jong Un smirked, satisfied that he had won this battle. "Of course," he agreed. "I have a few ideas about how we can keep things out of the public eye. But for now..."
He stood up, leaning over the desk, his eyes fixed on Trump's lips. "I think we have some other matters to attend to." Trump's pulse quickened as Kim Jong Un came closer, their faces only inches apart. He hated to admit it, but he craved this connection with the North Korean leader. It was primal, intense, and wildly inappropriate. Kim Jong Un closed the gap between them, his lips capturing Trump's in a fierce, unexpected kiss. Trump responded instinctively, his mind surrendering to the sensation of Kim Jong Un's touch.