Late Night Communications
DISCLAIMER: i am not a putin/russian government supporter, i suppport and stand with zelenskyys ukraine 100%. i ALSO obviously do not support the kim dynasty and north korean government. this is purely meant for entertainment and comedic purposes as a satire.
It was a hard day of being president of the greatest nation in the world, Russia. Putin settled down in his plush bedroom, the royal coloured bedspread covering his body in a warm comfort. However, no matter how warm it was, it couldn’t compare to the embrace of his dear lover. His fingers slid over the phone sleepily as he texted him in the dark.
“You up, Jongy?” and pressed send.
He almost dozed off among the luxurious pillows, in his cashmere pajamas and the blankets surrounding him, before he heard the vibration of a text back.
“Hey, hyung, what’s the matter? You should be asleep.” his distant lover, Kim Jong-un messaged.
Vladimir sighed and rolled his eyes, smiling. His Kimmy always wanted the best for him, even if it meant being a little bossy. It kind of turned Vlad on, how Kim was pushy and controlling sometimes, although he wouldn’t admit it without a thorough amount of poking and teasing. He guessed he had got it from controlling every detail of his citizens lives for so many years. Putin chuckled to himself
He messaged him back, fumbling with the phone in the dark.
“I know, I know, I just wanted to talk to you. You’ve been sorely missed in the Kremlin.” The message sounded formal enough, hiding the burning desire behind it.
“Aww, I’ll try to visit soon, darling.” Jong-un texted back.
Even though it was a matter of 5 minutes between each reply, for needy Vlad it felt like a million.
“I wish you were here to hold me.” He texted quickly, not stopping to think how soppy it sounded.
“Don’t talk like that, hyung, we’ll see each other soon enough.”
He could almost feel the warm reassurance from Kim through the screen, embracing him like the warm Korean hands he knew so well.
“Why not now?” he texted, nuzzling sleepily into his silk pillowcase, having now giving up all fear of sounding whiney or needy.
“Too many civil rights to abolish, too much fun to be had from threatening South Korea…” was the message back.
It made sense to Putin. Life was just too busy as a dictator to just drop everything and fly to Saint Petersburg, but he sometimes wished he could literally conjure Kim right in front of him, right there in the master bedroom of the Kremlin palace. But alas, he accepted it. Although, as amusing as it was, Vlad was beggining to grow weary of Jong-uns constant teasing of South Korea. He knew they were sworn enemies, but the obsession seemed like more than just blind war fuelled hatred.
“Sometimes I feel like you care more about South Korea than me…”, he hesitantly sent, his finger hovering over the send button for a moment or two.
“Oh, Vlad-ah, you know that’s not true. I could never love anyone as much as I love you, especially not those scum. I’m merely strategising. South Korea, or anyone, could never get between us.” Kim texted back, the warm words filling Putin with relief.
“Okay, thank you, Jongy. love you.” he messaged back quickly.
“Of course, love you too, see you soon. Get some sleep now, okay baby?” was the sweet but firm reply.
Vlad texted another “Okay goodnight.” before he let his phone slip out of his hands, his head dropping into the warm soft pillows and into a deep, yearning sleep.
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