"Hee-yong!" Namjoon screamed. The girl who was dangling precariously off the edge of the rooftop looked back to him, panic setting in her eyes as she recognized who he was.
"Namjoon?" She called out and made to turn around. The suddenness of her movement threw Hee-yong off balance, one of her feet getting caught in the opposite foot's pants leg. She stumbled and began falling backwards. It was as if it had happened in slow motion. One moment, Hee-yong was there, staring back at Namjoon and the next she had begun plummetting to the hard pavement ground below. Namjoon ran as fast as he could across the span of the rooftop, dodging flowers and plants that blocked his way.
"Hee-yong," he muttered, his voice weak and shaky. Immense pain erupted in his chest as he pushed himself to make it to the girl in time, and fortunately for him, his efforts paid off. Namjoon's large hands wrapped around Hee-yong's waist, quickly hauling her up and away from the ledge of the building. Namjoon hugged the girl, who he'd been so intent on interrogating just moments before, tightly into his chest.
"Hee-yong," he muttered again. Namjoon kept saying her name over and over again as if it was a mantra. Hee-yong was severely shaken up by the whole encounter. She hadn't been meaning to jump off the building or anything, she was simply observing. Hee-yong had wondered what it would feel like to be so close to destruction that the winds of death blew your hair away from your face, but she hadn't actually wanted to dance with the devil. When Namjoon showed up out of nowhere, she was beyond shocked and panicking.
' what if he thinks I'm going to jump?' Hee-yong had wondered. Namjoon smelled like some type of manly cologne, just the type Hee-yong liked to smell as she allowed Namjoon to crush her in his arms.
"What the fuck were you thinking?" Namjoon asked. His words came out weak and shaking, his energy diminished. Pain stung his chest, and his eyes began to get blurry, but he fought against the pain, not letting go of Hee-yong.
"I just wanted to see the city from up high," Hee-yong muttered ashamedly. Namjoon let out a humorless chuckle.
"And you had to stand on the edge of the roof to do that?" He asked. Hee-yong nodded her head against his chest. Namjoon's heart was thundering inside his chest and the violence of the thuds caught Hee-yong's attention, so she asked,
"Namjoon, are you okay?"
Namjoon nodded and said, "I need to sit down." Hee-yong pulled away from the boy's tight grip on her and grabbed his arm before leading him to the swing. Namjoon sat down carefully so as not to send the swing into motion, and Hee-yong put her hand on the metal, preventing it from swinging.
"Is this okay, or do you need to go to my apartment?" She asked quietly. She knew that there was tension still between the two of them, but she would never allow Namjoon to get hurt or sick, if she knew she could do something to help. Namjoon shrugged at Hee-yong.
"This is fine," he said. He found himself able to breathe again, but the pain in his chest hadn't subsided. This happened to him every time he exerted himself, even doing miniscule little things like speed walking took a toll on Namjoon's fragile body.
"I'm sorry," Hee-yong said to Namjoon. She didn't know if she was saying sorry for scaring him or for mentioning Areum that day, but either way, her apology was genuine, surprising herself and Namjoon. Namjoon hadn't expected to get an apology from the stubborn girl so easily so her words had thrown him off.
"How do you know Areum?" Namjoon asked, not acknowledging Hee-yong's apology. The younger Kim sibling sighed and ran a hand through her long hair, an action that Namjoon found himself unable to stop watching. Hee-yong bit her lip and looked at Namjoon hesitantly before she sat on the ground in front of him, crossing her legs.
"When I first moved here, Jin left me to unpack everything by myself," Hee-yong began her story. Namjoon nodded and waited patiently for the girl to continue. She sighed once more  and said, "When I was hanging my clothes up in the closet, I found this little box. I figured that whoever lived there before me must have left it there and even though I knew I was invading someone's privacy, I opened the box and I found a stack of letters."
A feeling of dread came over Namjoon as he began to understand where the story was going.
"They were all labeled 'To my love' and I was curious. I knew I shouldn't have done it, but I opened the letters and I read them all," Hee-yong admitted. Namjoon closed his eyes, entirely embarrassed that someone other than Areum had read those stupid letters. Hee-yong opened her mouth as if to speak again, but Namjoon cut her off.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" He asked. Hee-yong gulped visibly and looked away, to a group of purple flowers that blew lazily in the wind.
"At first, I didn't think you were the same Namjoon from the letters. I thought it had to be a coincidence but the more time I spent with you, the more I saw that same guy who wrote the letters in your personality and of course when I found out you were in the hospital..." Hee-yong trailed off. Namjoon nodded.
"That's why you were so... Weird that day," Namjoon confirmed. Hee-yong shrugged and said, "I didn't think showing genuine worry and care for someone made them weird, but whatever you think, I guess." Namjoon's face flushed at her words. Hee-yong bit her lip in thought as the two of them fell into silence.
"But that's not all, Namjoon," Hee-yong said softly. Namjoon's eyes snapped back to Hee-yong. He wasn't sure what to feel or say.
"What more is there?" He asked, his voice cold. Hee-yong tucked a loose strand of her behind her ear.
"She wrote you back," she said. Namjoon gaped at the girl.
"S-she....What?" He asked. Hee-yong stood up and dusted herself off before extending her hand to Namjoon.
"Come with me," she said. Namjoon eyed her hand warily before grasping onto it and allowing Hee-yong to lead him to wherever they needed to go. Hee-yong had to subtly hold Namjoon up every now and then as they descended the staircase, but she didn't mind too much.

Hee-yong led Namjoon into her apartment, and had him sit down on her couch.
"I'll be back," she said. She walked quickly into her room and retrieved the box, forgetting one important detail she should've remembered. Hee-yong walked back into the living area and extended the box to Namjoon.
"I think you should have this," she said. Namjoon carefully took the box from Hee-yong's grasp and popped the lid open, but what sat on top wasn't his letters, nor Areum's. It was the multitude of letters Hee-yong had written to Namjoon over the course of two months.
"Fuck," Hee-yong said.

Author's Note: okay so my Wattpad is seriously bugging out. All of my saved drafts for this story were LOST, along with my direct messages and other unpublished stories so I am having to rewrite all of this from scratch, please don't hate me if my updating becomes a bit slower than usual, I will do my absolute best to keep it as a daily updated book. Also thank you so so much for the seventy reads and also I just want to bookmark the fact that Dear Namjoon is now ranked #209 in the letters category and that's the best ranking I've ever gotten on anything, other than #5 in imps for my book The Bloodland Reaping. So thank you all for making it possible! Much love.
xx, Angel.