She hates frat boys. He is one.

She hates standing out. He can't help but to stand out.

She wants a peaceful university life. He will never have that.

Love is the last thing she wants in her life. Love is what he wants to pursue.

She hates him. He likes her.

What will happen to them?

Can love blossom even hatred is there?

Can love make its way to the stubborn owner's heart?

This is a DARAGON story. 

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Excerpt from the story:

I snatched my phone back and put it inside my bag. When I straightened my body, I was surprised to see his face around 3 inches in front of me. My body's initial reaction was to move backwards, but my shaking legs didn't help at all, causing me to almost fall on my back.

He catches me while my back is still bent, hanging halfway from the ground. His left hand is on my back supporting my weight, his right hand is gripping my upper left arm. His face is too close, I can smell cigarette smell from his mouth mixed with minty fragrance. I inhaled his scent and was going to close my eyes, but his next words stopped me from doing so.

"Date me Miss Park." He grinned at me.

"Are you kidding?" This time, I raised my brow on him and pulled myself from his grip, but his right hand gripped my wrist.

"Do I look like I'm kidding?" He looked at me with a serious expression. "Date me Miss Park." He reiterate.

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