KIM JONG UNS KPOP BOYBAND

Hello My Oppas

Jongun took a bow.
The three clapped silently out of fear.
He flashed a smile and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

"Hello my oppas;" Jongun said out of breath.
"I've been wanting to have you join my band for a long time. I wasn't expecting to get the wrinkly one though."
Trump and Duterte looked at each other.
"What do you say, my friends?"

They tried to think of a response that wouldn't get them killed. Or was death a better option?
"If you let me go back to my country after ten days, then yes." Putin said.

"I'm sorry but I'm not good at dancing or singing." Donald said.

"Me too." Said Rodrigo.

"W-we'll teach you how!" Jongun said.

"No, I don't think you can teach me how." Donald said.
Vladimir wanted to hide his face.

"Anyone can dance, Donald!" He yelled.
Vladimir gripped Donald's calf tightly again.
He didn't seem to get the message.

"I would not be very good even if you forced me to dance."

Jongun's eyes widened in shock and sadness.
"Soldiers, please teach those two how to dance, Donald and that other guy," Jongun says.
"어떻게 가르 칠 수 없다면," his tone changed.

"당신은 죽을 것입니다." He said darkly. The soldiers quickly grabbed Donald and Rodrigo and took them away.

Vladimir turned around to see them being dragged away, and sees the tear fall from Donald's eye.