I wrote this paragraph out of boredom, but I really, really like it:

Chanyeol was shocked. No one had ever asked him to hang out before. Well, it’s not like he was really listening anyways, so he doubt he’d hear it if anybody did. He mostly just liked drawing and staring out the window, watching the seasons gradually change. In all the time he did this, he always found the period between winter and spring most beautiful. He called that period of time Springter. Sometimes, deep down, Chanyeol just wished that he could be someone’s Springter, something they found beautiful and wonderful and loved. Even if it were just once, just one fling, for even a season; he wanted to feel as if he mattered to someone, as if they couldn’t live without him. But they could. Even if he wilted like the leaves on the trees and slowly fell off and decayed, never to be seen again, life for everyone else would go on as normal. No one else’s world would stop spinning just because his did. This thought scared him.