Hansol drabble

If there was one person that perfectly fit the definition of cool, it was Hansol that came to your mind. You didn't know him personally. You just knew of him. You were like any of his admirers, always watching and observing from afar. You hated yourself for it. It was stalkerlike but your eyes disobeyed you. It would always wander until it found that boy.
"Stop it, you !" You told yourself.
You let out a long sigh while hugging your knees to your chest. You were on the school rooftop, your safe haven. It is the only place where you felt comfortable since your best friend left. It was hard adjusting without Bom.
"I should follow her," you said as you closed your eyes
"Mind if I join you?" A boy asked
Your eyes snapped open at the sound of the voice.
"Sure," you replied, almost biting your tongue
"So this is where you disappear to during our breaks," he said as he sat next to you
"You know me?" You looked at him
"Of course I do. You're you. You are the best in our English class,"
"Eh? That isn't true. You are, Hansol,"
"But that's because I am half. Plus I don't really do well in grammar," he laughed which shocked you, "but you on the other hand. You are great overall in English,"
"Thank you," you blushed
"I bet you are great as a person overall too," he smiled
What is he doing? You thought.
"Umm, thanks? I think you are,"
"Oh really? Thank you,"
"Mind if I ask why you are up here? This is