“it doesn’t matter, i like you.” doha insisted, his voice expressionless while he was crossing his arms in front of his chest, looking down at you.

you had just requested doha to break up, since you only confessed to him to keep his mind off studies — to beat him for once in the exams. but to your luck, he actually accepted.

“we’re not breaking up, i’m your boyfriend, we’re dating. i like you, and you’ll like me back soon enough.” he spoke in a tone so sure of himself, rejecting your request