[A/N] Hi guys!! I'm here for a new fic and I hope you like this. I'm gonna wrap this up in 10 chapters, maximum. I'm a YoonHae lover and it's my first time writing about them so I hope it would turn out well. Please comment so that I would know whether I should continue this story or not. :]

.prologue.

This is getting out of control.

The fact that his presence would always make me shudder whenever I cross paths with him excites me yet it leaves me wavering at the same time. I would always cease my steps upon knowing that he was a few meters away from me; my heart, carrying a quaint like for him ever since.

I should be shot in the head for staring at him from afar without his knowledge, admiring his smile that would always make my heart skip a bit. Whenever he'd turn his head, I was afraid that one day, he might notice me. Though I would want that to happen, part of me wanted to remain a mystery. Even at school, anyone could tell that we weren't close.

But I walk this path going to school and back home almost everyday, so it was quite impossible for me to avoid him. Seeing the nice view of the autumn leaves on the rows of trees that create an aisle in the middle, it was quite romantic, I could say, especially if he was present--everything would've seemed so beautiful.

I can still recall the first time I saw him; it was a fine autumn day, however compared to the past, it was colder that day because winter was coming. I was graduating middle school back then, and I saw him standing near a tree with his hands inside the pockets of his coat as he looked at the few remaining orange leaves on the tree in front of him. Recalling that time, it was an hour before exams started, so he must have had nothing more to do but kick a few rocks at the tree and stare at it. He was very handsome, wearing his coat over his school uniform on a Saturday—that was the first time I saw him. And never have I thought that I would repeat this action of mine when I saw him again during freshman year.

He could've had noticed my presence, but he might have thought that he was delusional to think so. It's alright for me to watch him from afar though—at least he wouldn't have to deal with a girl like me; a perfectionist, trying to act like how the world sees me. But under these black frames and my pony-tailed locks, I know that I'm more than what the world wants me to be.

I would often see him smile by afar, either he's with his friends or with a few relatives when he decides to stroll around on weekend afternoons. However, there were those days when he felt truly painful and he would kick a tree, muttering curses to himself. Sometimes, he would just hide behind a tree, crying his tears out and wiping them afterward.

It seemed like I already knew half of his life just by observing him from afar. And by afar, he'd sometimes leave an impression towards me. When he smiles to himself, I can't help but feel a tingle inside my stomach, and have the unexplainable reason to curve my lip. Whenever he'd turn his head, I would avert my gaze away from him, for I'm afraid that if he ever catches me looking at him, I'd have to hide my shameful face from him. Whenever he was hurt, how I wished I could've comforted him during his time of need, but he was one to smile and barely frown in front of his friends.

And it seems like he didn't need me anyway since... he has someone whom he can confide to. And I'm certain that he's joyful to have her by his side. Strangely, I would feel a slight sting within whenever I see him with her. Ever since she had become his girlfriend, they would frequently meet by the tree, and I would see him either smile or frown everyday... but mostly smile. I couldn't understand how I felt when they hold each others' hand, being so close together; him, putting his hand on her shoulder as she lays her head on his. It made me inferior, and uneasy and... and... pained.

What role do I play in the story itself when he already has his leading lady beside him?

Knowing that every girl wanted him and wanted to be that lucky girl, they'll just have to be lucky enough to be able to get close to Lee Donghae. And I know that I still have some luck to last for a lifetime, but would luck really choose to stand by my side?

This is absolutely ridiculous. I'm so angry at myself to the point where I can just slam my head on the wall for staring, for watching, for sharing my sympathy for him from afar?

I would always deny it in my thoughts, but in truth, my actions would somehow point out the fact that I, Im Yoona, am in love with him.

Just like me, they long to be close to you.