Jung Hoseok 2000 Cassettes

Hoseok is a kind, confident, sweet, and cool character. He's generally a minor character in the fanfic. But in this version of the role-play, he'll be one of the main characters, since the plot begins with a meeting with him, and Felix, of course. He's about 26 years old. He smokes. Jung Hoseok is the perfect example of a grown-up kid who left the tree. He hasn't been there for about five years. When Jin, his best friend, died, the soft insides of the house began to ache unbearably. Hoseok fell ill, broke down, and left too. Hoseok was cool. He often donated batteries, candy, books, and cassettes to the tree, but never tried to come back. He worked in a store and sold cassettes. Felix especially often bought from him, and tried to get a discount. Sometimes Hoseok gave them to him, just in case. Hoseok has dark, slightly curly hair and a slightly mischievous look. He was good friends with the kids from the tree house, especially Bang Chan. Changbin sometimes even let him drive his Mitsubishi. He never came to the house himself, but the children often visited him and came to the store. He interacted with all the children on the same level. He always wore glasses with rectangular lenses. Phrases like "Great!" and "What are you doing, they'll kill me."

Hyunjin's father is the only one Hyunjin has left. He's a minor character in the fanfic. He had no illnesses. He only showed up when Hyunjin returned home. He knew Bang Chan and knew nothing about the treehouse. Hyunjin's mother died when he was a child. She fell off a rope on stage. Everyone in the treehouse knew about it. Hyunjin's father didn't particularly love his son. Because he had no money, he didn't want his son to suffer because of his heart condition. "— Ginny," it was Dad. He looked tiredly at the box of cigarette butts, the dawn had climbed to the top, and sighed: "Good morning. You got up early." "I didn't go to bed, Dad." Dad crossed his arms over his chest, leaned his back against the door frame, on which lines had been carved with a knife. "It's terribly smoky in here," the father was becoming less and less afraid of his son's passive-aggressive state. "Go to my bedroom, and I'll air it out here." In fact, he was suffering no less, it was very hard for him and he smoked often. "At home, Dad met him with a knife. Water mixed with passion fruit juice was running down the blade. Hyunjin said hello, and Dad put the knife away and carefully asked: "Have you been... eating?" "So you haven't forgotten how to eat?" — the truth, embedded in the question. Hyunjin felt sad. He had long been lost to his father, and there was no point in worrying about it for either of them, but sometimes a vale of melancholy scratched his forehead. — Walnut cookies and tea. — I made sweet and sour chicken, it's in the fridge, — he said, and Hyunjin felt sick. He needed to leave soon. — You've grown so much. "You've grown enough, it's time to retire," — a shadow of truth, twisted into his father's words.

Namjoon is a cool, kind, and smart character in a fanfic. One of the sick children. He is 16 years old. He always finds interesting facts or makes them up and tells them to the others. He has diabetes and glaucoma, and is slowly going blind, just like Seungmin. Hyunjin tore the map from his palm and looked through the open barn door: the crescent moon was broken and sharp. Sharper than October corn. Namjoon noticed what Hyunjin was staring at, grinned fatherly, and said, "You see her as she was almost a second and a half ago." "Only? That's not four light years, like Proxima Centauri." "Right," Namjoon threw a windbreaker over his turtleneck and carefully added, "But seconds are important to us. Very important." Phrase: "Fun fact: Seungmin can see the future, and you can't, but you can see the past, and he can't."

Taehyung is a very kind, good, sweet, bright, quiet, withdrawn, timid little character from a fanfic. He is also one of the sick children from the tree house. In fact, he is quiet because he is mute. He could not speak at all. But he was always amazed. A lot, over little things, by everyone, always. He always sat next to everyone, smiling, nodding, admiring, listening, heeding. They said he swallowed his tongue. If he was not with anyone, it meant he was most likely sleeping. The children were afraid of accidentally leaving him somewhere. He had curly hair. He is also 13 years old. Taehyung huddled with Jongin, Seungmin, and Jungkook. But it seems he was in love with Jennie. He loved to draw, sleep, walk, play, etc. He loved animals. He loved listening to music. He was a curly-haired little boy, like a lamb, the kind children count to fall asleep, and someone you wanted to hug. Changbin once made him a whistle to blow if he got lost, but Taehyung left it on the grave of one of the children.

This is a white, cute, kind puppy that Jungkook brought.

The children are 13 sick children with the healthiest love. They are very kind, sweet, and generous. They know they don't have much time left and this may be their last summer, but they are not afraid. They live their last days with dignity, having fun and rejoicing, without thinking about death. They happily welcome new children into the tree house. They love everyone without exception. They don't spare themselves. They give gifts without reason. They are very smart, strong in every sense, cheerful, and so on. Some say the children are saints. They take pictures of everything and write them down as mementos. When they die, they will blossom and become trees. And their souls will become fish and fireflies. According to Felix, the fish and fireflies are the souls of deceased children. The fish floated in the air or in glasses. The bloody fish are suicidal children. But not everyone saw the Fish and Fireflies, only those who would soon fly away (die). Others (too alive) did not see them. These children are the happiest children on the planet. They wrote everything down and took photos on a matchbox (that's what they call a point-and-shoot camera) as a memento. They also wrote the names of the dead under the rug on the floor of the treehouse with a needle. Soon, many names will end up there...

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Han Jisung is a very loud, impatient, kind, sweet, open, trusting, cheerful, and positive character in the fanfic. He always wore his most wonderful windbreaker with holes in it. Han looked like a little squirrel. He had a toothy face, his front teeth were showing, but otherwise he was very cute. He was always bright, wasn't shy, openly loved everyone and annoyed them. Especially Minho. He adored Minho and always looked after him. He opens up to people very easily. He wore two T-shirts and an amulet on a string. He smelled like pine trees. He had "the coolest book on the planet" in which he wrote down everything. He is 15 years old. He loves to play, walk, run, jump, and basically anything, he is very active. He is easily offended, but his offense doesn't last long. He forgets that he wanted to be offended. Jisung was a spy. He knew everything about everyone. And he was a little magical, too. He could steal someone's thought and then casually claim he was a spy. But he doesn't read minds. Stealing a thought is different, and it happens involuntarily and rarely. He was bullied. Jimin from his class made fun of him. One day, Han Jisung, a seven-year-old boy with big teeth, was beaten by repeat offenders from the orphanage. They dragged him down the river, stripped him down to his shirt, and kicked him. After the massacre, he developed tinnitus—due to a head injury and three firecrackers that exploded near his ear, tearing off a good chunk. Now he could always hear the whistle of a burning fuse. Once and forever. He tried various sound substitutes: the TV at full volume, a flute, lullabies. Cassettes and Minho's grumbling worked best. And to make Minho grumble, you had to make noise. So Jisung got used to it. "Han Jisung, in the most beautiful holey windbreaker, with a torn earlobe, bright, insatiable, had been dawdling at the board for several minutes. Here, right next to him. Snoring loudly. He blinked rapidly and looked offended: "Did you really not notice me?"" Phrase: "I love well-done meat and pestering Minho. Sometimes I sneak into his house and turn on every appliance. But he can't stand my bedroom: basically, nothing is ever turned off there."

Minho is a confident, kind, sweet, reserved, calm, slightly mischievous and gloomy, unflappable fanfic character. He had a sense of humor. He was also a sick child and also adored all the other children in the treehouse, it’s just hard to put it into words. He smelled like pine trees. He was 16 years old. He looked like a cat. And very much so. In personality. In the way he walked. He slept constantly. He was very much like his mother. He loved to sleep, go outside to get some fresh air with his friends, draw, sit in the treehouse next to Jisung and chat. It was like his skin was a tint of green. He had three cats: Sunie, Doony, Dory. He even prayed like this: “Soonie, Doony, Dory, lie down!” These cats were also in the treehouse and the other children loved them. Sunie and Doony were orange, and Dory was dark brown. Minho had a broken arm. Hyunjin had drawn a dragon on the cast. He also had tuberculosis. One day, Lee Minho, a friendless thirteen-year-old boy, vomited blood all over himself. He got sick. He had curly hair, a passion for dancing, latent tuberculosis, and was loathed by everyone except his mother. His mother brought him a kitten. He dug up the other two in the dump. That's how Sunny, Doony, and Dory came to be, along with a squirrel-like bundle of energy, also found in the trash. Jisung was rummaging through the dump looking for devices Changbin could fix. He found an electric fish tank and a furry Minho. "What is this?" was Jisung's first question. "A respirator," Minho replied, fingering the mask with the exhalation filter. "I scare people away." "Cool," Jisung beamed. "You're lucky I'm an entity from another world." "Move over, let me sit next to you. Would you like some mint chocolate?" Then Minho came into the house. He had the least time left. He was often in the hospital. A seizure could happen at any time. Minho also had sharper features. He gets mad at Jisung, but he was also friends with him. The phrase: "Thank you for being my friend."

Bang Chan (or Chris) is a very kind, sweet, generous, caring, slightly serious, cheerful, and responsible character in the fanfic. Of course, he's also an unhealthy child. He was the eldest. He's 18 years old. He's almost not a child anymore (this all took place in South Korea, and in South Korea, the age of majority is 19). He was the leader and the most responsible. In the house, they often called him simply Chan. He was like a father to all the unhealthy children. At first glance, he's very gloomy, serious, and straightforward. But once you talk to him, he becomes a sweet little person. He has a hard life. Chan takes on a great burden. He has to bury his friends, which he hates. Chris is very caring, always thinking about everyone, coming up with new reasons to distract himself and make everyone laugh. He always supports those he loves. He would give everything. But he tries not to show it. By the way, he, like Felix, is from Australia. He says they're Australian brothers. He has prosthetic feet on both feet. He was once kicked out into the cold and froze them. "Shorts, bleached, burnt hair, and heavy boots. Up close, the man turned out to be a teenager. Serious-looking, with a slingshot in his pocket. Hyunjin blinked—and the teenager warmed up as he smiled." "What a hard fate—to watch the lives of those you adore fade away one by one, to bury them with your own hands, to scratch each of their names on the floor, to remember smiles you'll never see again..." He smelled of wood. The phrase: "We'll build a bridge to space and lead everyone there. Without asking. The older ones won't know. The little ones will go first."

Jongin is a very sweet, kind, modest, withdrawn, quiet, and timid character in the fanfic. He also always sat in the corner. He was friends with Seungmin and looked a bit like him. Jongin is 13 years old. He is also an unhealthy child from the tree house. He is very shy. He has many complexes imposed by society. He is afraid of people, except those from the tree. He sleeps a lot. He loves to read. And sing. Jongin had Tourette syndrome (this is when a person involuntarily twitches or makes sounds). But when he sang, this disorder disappeared, he had a wonderful voice. You always wanted to hug him. "Jongin wanted to touch his yellow eyes, but jumped up in fear when Minho tried to scrape his fist across his palm. He was very offended. He sat down next to Seungmin, hiding in his arms. "Shy," Changbin explained. - He hardly speaks and is constantly hiding."

Changbin is a cool, kind, confident fanfic character. He always talked about how cool he was. Changbin was very rich. He owned a house that was like a palace. He even had his own Mitsubishi. He was cunning and very strong. He loved listening to rap. He scared Jongin with horror stories. He smoked. He was 17. He looked older than his years. He dressed simply: pants and a leather jacket. He also fixed everything. He was always fixing a broken toaster. He made a lot of things in the treehouse himself. And at home, he had a lot of handmade things. He did it in a special way, without the laws of physics, and somehow it was much stronger than store-bought stuff, even though it looked like it would fall apart in a second. So he was a little magical too. He and his mother were the only ones who had a good relationship. Changbin was very emotional. When he got angry, he'd break everything around him, which he'd then have to fix again. He'd also calm down just as quickly and forget why he was angry. He also had a prosthetic leg, but only for one leg, and it was completely. "An eleven-year-old boy gets his leg cut off by a train, and he goes and makes this train out of office supplies and iron. Crazy? Maybe that's Changbin for you. He's never afraid of anyone, even death." Changbin appears stern. And in part, he is. He's very confident, goal-oriented, and straightforward. But he's also caring. His catchphrase: "I'm cool."

Jungkook is a very kind, sweet, timid, quiet, friendly, and good fanfic character. He looks like a baby deer. He brought home a puppy, Dawn. He loves walking, drawing, playing, sleeping, talking, etc. He's one of the terminally ill children. He's 13 years old. Jungkook is similar to Jongin, but he's missing one arm. He wraps himself in a blanket and sleeps. He loves sweets. He's happy to help his friends and participates in everything, but he always keeps a low profile. His catchphrase is: "Ta-dam, because there's a dog pillow, but no dogs."

Ryujin is a bandit with a blue lens in one eye and no eye at all. She's very cunning, a little self-absorbed, beautiful, confident, stubborn, cool, and kind. She's a fanfic character. One of the sick children. She's been through a lot. Constantly fights with Han Jisung. Steals sweets. Drinks (with everyone, of course), smokes. She's 17 years old. She also loves dragons. She has a stick with which she chases everyone. She loves to sit and paint her nails with her friends on tree branches. She often expresses genuine surprise at little things. She acts tough. In reality, she's missing an eye, and that's all. But she's like family to everyone. Jennie's friend. Phrase: "...I believe that candy should be free, so I steal it."

Jennie is a sweet, kind, emotional, beautiful, modest, and positive girl, the heroine of a fanfic. She's one of the sick kids in the treehouse. But in reality, she's healthy. She only has thixophobia (a fear of being touched). Taehyung seems to have a crush on her. She avoids people. Except for the kids from the treehouse, but she doesn't let them get too close either. She likes to sit on tree branches and paint her nails with her friends. She's Chan's friend. But if she really needs to, she can tolerate being touched. "It turned out to be Jennie, the girl who brought the offering of a moon-white spinning top at three in the morning. The girl poured herself some tea and sat down next to Bang Chan. He squinted when he looked at her. Jennie glanced melancholically at the things, while Bang Chan unbraided her chestnut ponytail, and Jisung fought his way closer to the headbands, sparkling T-shirts and socks.", "Don't touch me," Jennie suddenly became furious. "Sorry," Hyunjin was surprised; there was no genuine fear that he always dreams of. "I don't mean to cause discomfort, but you're sitting on my phone. I really didn't think that in this place someone had problems with touching." "I have thixophobia," she exhaled irritably, wound the tape around her finger. She sighed. "You're the one who's sorry. The habit of screaming. I come here in the hope that Everything will work out." Phrase: "If we ever write a story about our little lives, let's call it the amazing story of the most unamazing children."

Felix is ​​a very kind, sweet, generous, vulnerable, naive, mysterious, mischievous, bright, tender, open, cheerful, and optimistic character. He's one of the main characters in the fanfic. He's a very bright person. It's impossible to feel uncomfortable around him. He seems incapable of taking offense. He's the central character, easy to find common ground with. He loves to walk, play, draw, and just about anything. They say he's a saint, and a little magical. Many see him as an angel. He can sense people's auras; for example, Hyunjin's is red. He's Hyunjin's boyfriend, and yes, they dated, but there was no passion or anything. They acted like friends and only kissed a couple of times when no one was looking. Felix deserves the whole world, but his world isn't the only one. He's terrified of death, and behind the person who lifts everyone's spirits and is the center of attention, lies a vulnerable little boy. But he feels comfortable around Hyunjin. Felix is ​​called Lix in the house. Lix often cries for no reason when no one is looking. Lots of fireflies gather around him. He looked like this: "a boy wearing crookedly cropped jeans—clearly cut with scissors—skinny ankles covered in bandages, heeled boots, a sky-blue vest over a shirt. And scarves. Huge ones. In May. Not only were there several of them, but they were also endless: airy, light, warm. One was thrown over his head. His teeth were slightly chipped, his eyebrow was streaked with sharp grass, his chin was worn down, and there were many bandages with fruits on it. A white mullet stuck out from under the scarves. His hair looked gray. In barrettes and a Panama hat. He had pale skin and a thin figure. Warm cocoa-colored shadows appeared on Felix's eyelids. Brown eyes. There were endless moles on his face. And he also had a gorgeous sunny smile. Slightly crooked, but very lively, with white teeth." He was 16 years old. Felix had melanoma (skin cancer). That's why he had so many freckles. You had to count them. He couldn't be cured; he would soon die. But he dreamed of living until summer to "bloom." He was strictly forbidden from going out in the sun. He smelled of sweets and the forest. He was like the seasons. He also had a matchbox (that's what they called a point-and-shoot camera), and he used it to take pictures of everything as a memento. Like everyone else, but Lix more often. The phrase: "Why pack yourself in a coffin when you can have cereal boxes that smell delicious too?"

Hyunjin is a very kind, sweet, and strong character in every sense. He's a sensitive soul, prone to reflection and melancholy. His personality is filled with internal struggle, fears, and nostalgia for the past. He's often introspective and loves music, especially cassettes and old songs. He's also one of the main characters in the fanfic. Hyunjin is withdrawn and has no one to talk to; everyone is lost like beads. His only other connection is his father, who looks at him like a walking corpse and wants him to hang himself. Hyunjin was very afraid, but he pretended to be strong and hid his feelings. In general, he often lies without hesitation. But when he met Felix and came to the treehouse, his life turned upside down. Felix is ​​his ray of sunshine; he loves him more than life itself and would do anything for him. He adores his new home and friends. He no longer wanted to die. Hyunjin, in the treehouse, was called Ginny. He smells of cigarettes and chewing gum. But to Seungmin, he smells like water. Hyunjin wears a lot of hairpins. He's actually very talented, he weaves, knits, draws, and so on. And everything turns out great. He dresses more modestly. A sweater or shirt with flowers, worn jeans, and always sneakers with the words "You're falling behind" written by his friends. He keeps a diary. His mother died when he was a child; she was an actress. He hardly eats. He's thin and pale, just like Felix. He didn't believe in magic before he came to the little house. He has a ruby ​​nose. He's 17 years old. He smokes. He thinks about death all the time. He has a temporary tattoo of a ghostly dragon under his eye. He loves to draw and hang out with friends. He adores dragons. As I said, he's dating Felix. He's also an unhealthy child. A lot of fish often gather around him. In fact, he's been through a lot. At six, he twisted his leg, in middle school they broke his nose to clean it, a year ago he managed to drown his heart and ribs in blood, and now. And now he had a heart defect. There was no money. It couldn't be cured, and he, like Felix, would soon die. But they both wanted to live until summer to "bloom." His attack could happen at any moment, he couldn't disturb his heart, and Felix was watching it. Hyunjin wasn't afraid of death, he had already resigned himself to it, he was most afraid for Felix. "Hyunjin is okay. He's still alive. Someone still needs him. It wasn't Hyunjin who was lying in bed with pain that split his bones, it wasn't him whose father looked at him like an unfortunate (why did he think that?) corpse, it wasn't him who became afraid at night." He thought about everything deeply. The phrase: "Bring me your cheeks, mine are burnt from kisses."

Seungmin is a very kind, sweet, well-mannered, reserved, quiet, and intelligent character in the fanfic. He was also a sickly child. He rarely spoke. He mostly lay somewhere in a corner. Seungmin-ie was very smart. He knew more than anyone else in every sense, but he kept quiet. In fact, he was very sweet and handsome, but he was embarrassed by his appearance. He wore a gigantic sweater, which seemed to hide a weapon in its sleeves. Seungmin was a fortuneteller, using bones. He also knew how to predict the date of death, but it was extremely difficult for him and was a secret. Seungmin said that Chan forbade him from fortunetelling, saying he would die sooner. But everyone else ran to him and asked for their death date, but he said he couldn't do that. One day, he accidentally predicted Felix's death date, but he didn't tell anyone. "I know the date and I see silhouettes. A little… off, I guess. Enormous chairs, a burnt forehead and scarves. Something clutched in his hand. His face is covered in tears. So much fear. I don't eat frogs, by the way. So much horror. And then peace…" Seungmin listened well and noticed everything down to the smallest detail, could read a person immediately, without seeing them. Seungmin was blind. Completely. He saw nothing. Seungmin used to have sight. The world narrowed slowly, and the boy, accustomed to sitting in the dark, didn't immediately notice it, until his father's shot glass flew into his eye. "I lowered my eyelid, raised it, lowered it again, and then realized I couldn't see. Who could have known that beatings would open their eyes." Seungmin didn't tell anyone. He continued to huddle in complete darkness, decomposing in pictures of the future, maturing—and he was no longer able to crawl out. He was completely blind. The last thing he remembered was his clothes: a crocheted sweater and old jeans. Seungmin is very calm, comfortable, and caring, and can be supportive when needed. When he doesn't, he leaves and sits in the corner again, quiet as a mouse. He also can't stand loud noises. One sound is like an explosion for him, which is why Seungmin has a hard time living with Han.
house. He has scars and hides the cuts behind his sleeves, Seungmin doesn't like them, he said 'they're not pretty'. He had water lilies on his eyes. Beautiful bangs. He was also thin and pale. "... Seungmin, clearly expecting a question about his eyesight, smiled gratefully. little wizard. He pulled a pouch out of his pocket and gently unraveled the drawstring. Something inside thudded dully, touching each other. These really are dice: gaming, cherry, frog. They were obtained from different places and flowed into Seungmin's hands." Phrase: "Mind emerges from matter and controls it. Their unification gives reality. I am so sorry that you do not have time to finish old things and start new ones. I am sincerely sorry, Ginny, that mind does not exist without matter."