⁎ ⠀정수키.

her presence like a zephyr, wanders free, enchanting all with magic from her heart.

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strawberries, cherries, and an angel´s kiss in spring.

guidelines. background. dossier.

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✲　　to my brother, my best friend, my constant.

— what's another night on mars? with friends like ours, anywhere is home.

there are no words big enough to wrap around what you mean to me, but i’m going to try anyway. from the moment we crossed paths to now, you’ve always been the one person i could count on. through every storm, every awkward phase, every laugh-so-hard-we-cry moment. you’ve seen every version of me, the messy and the magical, and you’ve never turned away. that kind of love? that kind of loyalty? it’s rare. and i don’t take a second of it for granted.

you don’t just understand me, you see me. like really, truly see me. and that’s the kind of bond that makes life feel a little less scary and a whole lot more beautiful.

i’m so proud of the person you are. kind, strong, hilarious, thoughtful, soft. you have this quiet way of making everyone around you feel safe and loved, especially me. i hope today gives you a fraction of the love you give out so freely, because you deserve the world and then some.

thank you for being my anchor, my protector, my personal therapist, and the peanut butter to my jelly. i love you more than words can hold, and i’m endlessly grateful that the universe gave me you. not just as a brother, but as my best friend.

happy birthday, you beautiful soul. you make life so much better just by being in it.

forever your big sister, suki.

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thank you for making me happy and making sure i feel valued. you’re more than everything i deserve. thank you my baby.

my only goal is to make you happy and feel the importance of your existence in my life. it's been my pleasure to write this for you and see the aftermath in your reaction. once again, happy birthday, baby. my savior, my soulmate, and everything i ever dreamt of.

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✲　　to my love, my home, my hydes.

— all of the small things that you do are what remind me why i fell for you.

in the stillness of early morning, weeks before today, i sat - pen trembling, thoughts spinning, asking myself: where do i begin? how do i capture the symphony of emotions that rises at the very thought of you?

another year has turned, and with it, you’ve grown. quietly, beautifully, gaining wisdom like sunlight gathering on your skin. to witness you bloom, day by day, is the rarest gift this life has handed me. even when you can’t see the changes, i do. even when the weight of the world bows your shoulders, i see the strength in your spine, the fire in your soul, and the way you always rise.

today, the world quietly celebrates you. twenty-seven years since your first breath, and i marvel at the passage of time. because to me, it still feels like yesterday. the moment we met, everything aligned. our laughter, our quirks, the rhythms of our speech. like the universe cracked open and whispered, here is your person.

it hasn’t all been gentle. we both know the bruises we carry. but if given the choice, i’d do it all over again. every twist and turn, every storm, if it meant finding my way to you. i regret nothing. not a word, not a glance, not a choice. because every road brought me closer to you. the teasing, the banter, the tentative flirtation—it’s all been a wild ride, and you know how i live for the thrill.

i don’t say it enough: how much i admire you. how striking you are, in soul, in heart, in mind. you’ve always been rare. from the start, i trusted you with a quiet part of me no one else had touched. you were my confidant, my calm. and now… now you live in a place no one else can reach, tucked safely in the heart of me.

there’s something holy in how we move together. even when time is scarce, even when we’re tired, you make time. you choose me. and i, you. every morning, every night. we’ve built something steady, real. a sanctuary made from patience, laughter, late-night talks, and knowing glances.

even when fear taps on the door, even when doubt clouds the light, we stay. we fight through it all, hand in hand. we are still learning, still growing, still shedding old skins and nurturing new beginnings. but there’s no one else I’d want to learn beside. i hope you know this. i hope you feel it. always.

thank you for being you. for standing beside me, for championing my dreams, even when they seem far-fetched. for being the calm in my chaos, the anchor in my tide. for letting me walk with you, laugh with you, love you.

hydes, my love—on your birthday, i wish you everything your heart dares to dream. may your days be rich with joy, your soul filled with peace, and your path illuminated by wonder. may you find fulfillment, ease, and fire for life in every breath. you know i always say i just want you to love your life, and that’s never changed. there’s a particular magic in watching you in your element, thriving, glowing. and I’ll never tire of it. never tire of you.

happy birthday, baby. here's to you—forever and always—my gitchee gitchee goo (the sweet, silly nickname that started it all), my sanctuary, my shelter, the one who knows my quiet. you are my trusted guardian of secrets, my moonshine keeper, a dream heaven dared to send. my compass, my constant, my everything.

with all the love i carry, forever yours, suki.

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FULL NAME : suki mei jung. DATE OF BIRTH : 10.12.98 ASTROLOGY : sagittarius sun, virgo moon, libra rising, sagittarius venus. ALIGNMENT : chaotic neutral. TEMPERAMENT : sanguine—phlegmatic. MBTI : infp-t (mediator) ENNEAGRAM : 4w5 - the bohemian. OCCUPATION : fragrance artisan, creative director, blogger.

ROLES SHE ACTIVELY FULFILLS : fragrance composer : crafting conceptual scents that preserve memory. artistic collaborator : works with fashion designers, visual artists, and experimental perfumers. muse & stylist : for editorials, campaigns, and indie fashion houses. occasional writer : pens poetic scent essays and aesthetic reflections under a pseudonym. lifestyle & beauty tastemaker : with a low-key but influential digital presence.

CORE TRAITS : observant : notices nuance others miss. resilient : withstands deep trauma without losing her aesthetic soul. private : rarely shares without purpose. artistic : expresses emotions through design and scent. controlled : emotionally precise, rarely explosive.

EMOTIONAL & PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAITS : melancholic : carries a constant undercurrent of sadness, which informs her beauty and empathy. reflective : processes life inwardly, often through journaling, scent-making, or visual symbolism. stoic : feels deeply but rarely lets emotion override her poise. dreamlike : lives partially in a world of memory and imagination; present but distant. cautiously intimate : selective with who she lets close; her affection is rare but profound.

CREATIVE & AESTHETIC TRAITS : aesthetic devotee : sees the world through visual and sensory harmony. detail-oriented : obsesses over minute textures, tones, and sensory layering. innovative traditionalist : honors heritage while bending it into modern, personal forms. narrative designer : every look, scent, and post tells a story. curator of emotion : selects what she shows the world with intentionality.

INTERPERSONAL TRAITS : protective : especially over kihyun and hydes; has a quiet ferocity when those she loves are threatened. mysterious : not by design, but by nature; her quiet creates intrigue. soft-spoken but impactful : doesn’t speak often, but when she does, it lingers. ethical aesthete : questions the politics of beauty and design; refuses to sell out or dilute her vision. grounded in ritual : anchors herself in small acts of repetition (tea, incense, scent layering)

NEGATIVE / CHALLENGING TRAITS : emotionally withholding : struggles to express need or pain directly. romanticises isolation : sometimes mistakes solitude for strength. rigid : resistant to change that doesn’t come from within; dislikes being pushed. judgmental of shallowness : has little patience for performative influencers or empty trends. secretive : keeps even loved ones at a distance emotionally, at times.

ADORES : (throwback) music / trivia, 2000s horror, the moon, true crime, psychology, david bowie, coffee, saw (franchise), twin peaks, stargazing, ironic t-shirts, divination, olfactory art, lazy days, (the smell of) rain / rainy weather, cooking, peonies and hydrangeas, mortal kombat, tomb raider, biblical literalism, roadtrips, diys, christian and greek mythology, intellectually stimulating conversations.

LOATHES : spiders, hot weather, cancel culture, gossip, cucumber, asmr, wet socks, large crowds, mixed signals, credulity, infidelity, plagiarism, animal abuse, loud chewing, dry texters, spineless ethics.

+　POSITIVE ATTRIBUTES : deep empathy, especially for the wounded. fierce loyalty. highly refined taste and artistic vision. independent and self-possessed. emotionally intelligent, even when guarded.

-　NEGATIVE ATTRIBUTES : struggles with trust and emotional vulnerability. avoidant when overwhelmed. can be overly critical of inauthenticity. sometimes distances herself rather than confront intimacy. romanticizes pain to an isolating degree. occasionally sarcastic humor can come off as defensive.

FEARS : deep-seated fear of abandonment; worries about not being enough for those she cares about. losing loved ones again. becoming emotionally unreachable. her work being misunderstood as aesthetic, not emotional truth. being seen as performative instead of authentic. that healing might make her lose creative edge.

DESIRES & DREAMS : i. to build an archive of emotion : suki dreams of turning her life into a living archive—one where memory is not buried, but bottled. she wants silhoué to become more than a fragrance house; she sees it as a library of loss, love, and transformation. each scent a preserved moment. each bottle a fragment of soul.

i don’t want to be remembered. i want people to remember themselves when they smell my work.

ii. to redefine beauty on her terms : she desires to subvert beauty norms—not through rebellion, but through quiet defiance. her aesthetic isn’t about perfection or trend—it’s about texture, depth, and silence as power. she dreams of influencing a generation of artists to see elegance in restraint, in imperfection, in stillness.

iii. to create a sacred, intimate world : she longs for a quiet life behind the veil of her work: a home that smells like sandalwood and ink, a studio where she and hydes can create without performance. maybe even a physical space—a multi-sensory atelier that blurs the line between art gallery, perfumery, and chapel.

iv. to write a fragmented memoir : not a traditional one. a book of scent essays, musings, photographs, and blank pages—meant to be felt rather than read. something raw and unfinished. she dreams of publishing this under her original pen name, returning to the intimacy of writing as ritual.

v. to experience love without fear : her deepest, quietest dream is emotional safety: to love without waiting for the end. she dreams of a time where she doesn’t brace for loss in every kiss. where she can rest, not just survive.

vi. to remain unknown in the right ways : though public in presence, suki dreams of staying private in essence. she doesn’t want virality, she wants intimacy. her ideal is a world where she’s felt, not consumed. understood in pieces, not dissected whole.

SUKI JUNG — SIGNATURE SCENT PROFILE : a private fragrance, never released, worn only by the artist herself.

FRAGRANCE FAMILY : atmospheric woody-floral with metallic and mineral facets. a scent shaped like architecture: clean lines, raw materials, and the tension between nature and structure.

TOP NOTES (THE INVITATION) : *　iced osmanthus : floral but aloof, like sweetness frozen in time. *　crushed shiso leaf : green, cool, a little wild—her need for control meeting her longing for chaos. *　violet ozone : sharp, synthetic, and haunting—captures the scent of rain on concrete at midnight. *　pink pepper CO₂ extract : sparkling tension, like nervous laughter behind perfect eyeliner.

HEART NOTES (THE INTERIOR) : *　steamed bamboo accord : clean and pale, reminiscent of her seoul childhood and ritualistic minimalism. *　cold slate : a mineral, genderless heart note—stone before it warms, touch without sentiment. *　blonde suede : tactile and intimate, like the inside of a well-worn glove. *　dried mimosa : powdery and brittle, a trace of vulnerability she doesn’t always show.

BASE NOTES (WHAT LINGERS) : *　galbanum resin : bitter green and ancient, a protective shell. *　burnt titanium accord : metallic, modern, quietly aggressive—a reminder that elegance can cut. *　grey musk : soft but heavy, like sleep with too many dreams. *　hinoki wood : smoky-spiritual, the scent of temples and solitude. *　vetiver root : earthy and grounding, the base she refuses to be shaken from.

her scent behaves like she does: elusive, clean but shadowed, and nearly impossible to define. it doesn’t fill a room—it sharpens it. it smells like memory and forward motion. something soft has been scorched, but it still stands. you don’t follow the fragrance. it stays behind like unfinished poetry.

a matte stone-grey bottle shaped like a minimalist sculpture—no name, no label. only a faint engraving on the bottom: to remain. it sits on her vanity beside a silver incense tray, always half-used.

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SEOUL: A CHILDHOOD OF WHISPERS AND SHADOWS.

suki was born on a quiet december night in seoul to creative and deeply private parents. her mother was a hanbok designer who modernized tradition with minimalist lines and quiet tones. her father, a chemistry professor who specialized in rare floral distillations, smelled of camellia oil, pencil shavings, and bergamot. their world was soft, refined, steeped in thoughtful detail and deliberate quiet.

their home was tranquil but alive with tactile beauty. silks, calligraphy scrolls, steaming rice bowls, smoke curling in the morning sun. suki's early years were intimate, almost cinematic: slow breakfasts with hand-whisked matcha, long walks past cherry blossoms, and bedtime stories told under a haze of sandalwood incense.

she was a quiet child who paid more attention to the perfume her mother wore than to toys or cartoons. suki grew up learning to listen. her mother taught her to see elegance in stillness, while her father passed on a reverence for the unseen—how scent could carry emotion more honestly than words. when her little brother kihyun was born, suki was only one and a half years old, yet already a miniature guardian. they were close-knit. until everything broke.

one icy january evening, when suki was eight, their parents were driving home from an anniversary dinner in gangnam. a delivery truck, skidding in sleet, struck their car. it happened in seconds. they never came home.

THE JUNG FAMILY : A DIFFERENT KIND OF LOVE.

the siblings were taken in by longtime family friends, the jungs—a cultured, childless couple. mr. jung was a former theater director turned arts columnist; his wife owned a quaint independent bookstore and carried the scent of old paper and chamomile tea.

they were affectionate but formal. their home was filled with rare books, lacquered wood, and classical vinyl records. they never tried to erase suki and kihyun’s grief—they simply offered a quieter way to carry it.

suki spent afternoons folding flyers for mrs. jung’s store or watching experimental films in black and white with mr. jung. her sense of aesthetic matured: she began to see style as both language and armor. by 13, she’d already altered thrifted hanboks into avant-garde silhouettes, and by 15, she’d written essays about beauty as resistance under a pen name.

then, another blow.

a house fire—electrical, sudden—took the jungs when suki was 18. she and kihyun had gone out to celebrate her university acceptance with patbingsu. they returned to firetrucks, flashing lights, and a blackened sky.

it was the second time she watched her world disappear behind glass and sirens.

GRIEF, TAILORED : SURVIVAL AS STYLE.

after that, suki stopped believing in safety. she moved with hyun into a shared studio apartment with money from the jung’s life insurance. grief hardened into resolve. she worked two part-time jobs while graduating high school as valedictorian. she refused college scholarships, choosing to care for her brother and build her own brand instead.

her blogging began anonymously at 19—just close-up shots of her face, moody makeup looks, thrifted couture, and poetry as captions. her aesthetic was sharp: soft skin against leather gloves, vintage yohji pieces mixed with minimalist korean streetwear, shattered glass filters, and scent reviews that read like journal entries.

eventually, fashion brands noticed. she collaborated with small indie houses first, then bigger names. unlike the loud influencers, suki was quiet, raw, deliberate. her style whispered power.

she did youtube only sparingly, preferring moody vignettes over hauls. she became a muse for both young designers and underground perfumers. vogue korea called her “a living moodboard of loss, legacy, and sensual reinvention.”

ENTER HYDES : THE BEAUTY IN DAMAGE.

suki met hydes at 24. it was at a concept gallery in london. he was there as a visitor, simply appreciating a wall-sized collage of burned letters, shattered glass, and preserved roses. she was attending for a fragrance collaboration. they didn’t speak at first. they stared.

hydes was 25, known for being as elusive as he was magnetic. he radiated restraint and ruin. they saw each other—two people who had lost too much but refused to stop creating.

their connection was slow-burning and volatile, a relationship about comfort and recognition. hydes didn’t try to fix suki. he listened. he gave her space, then filled it. he had his own traumas. he saw beauty in fractured things, and in suki, he saw something divine.

they moved in together after eight months—not out of haste, but necessity. their work began to bleed into one another. he helped her build the visual world of silhoué. she inspired his private series of scent-and-image portraits. they argued about art and ethics, fought and made up in silence, touched each other like trying to remember how.

SILHOUÉ : FRAGRANCES OF MEMORY.

launched at 25, silhoué (a delicate play on the word "silhouette", suggesting elegance and mystery in fragrance) is suki’s soul in a glass. each fragrance is a ghost, a shrine, a vow.

*　camellia collapse : her parents. white camellia, rice milk, yuzu, vintage paper.

*　second ember : the fire. lavender ash, rosewood, suede, burning vanilla.

*　k-edit : her brother. clean cotton, vintage paper, plum skin, neroli, nostalgia.

*　heirloom smoke : hydes. ink, tobacco blossom, musk, black pepper, iris, metal.

*　mourning silk : herself. ambergris, silk musk, rust, ghost orchid, bitter yuzu.

remembrance. trauma. survival. reinvention.

CURRENT DAY: THE HAUNTED IT GIRL.

now at 26, suki is at the edge of something greater. silhoué is being courted by european stockists, worn by editors, stylists, actors, and those mourning in secret. she’s been featured in dazed, vogue, and l’officiel. yet she remains grounded—still sketching outfits on napkins, still sleeping with incense burning, still anchoring herself in rituals. hydes sleeps next to her most nights, both of them too haunted to fully rest but comforted by proximity. their love isn’t loud. it’s steady, brutal, romantic in the way rust can be beautiful.

she’s not healed, she’s architected. wearing her losses like couture. whispering her story in scent. loving in silence, writing her future. her life is not a phoenix story. she hasn’t risen from ashes. she’s wearing them. and she turns every piece of pain into artistry.

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i.　

1998. feminine terms. suki combines both in-character and out-of-character features in her personality and mannerisms. do not interact if you’re uncomfortable with the aforementioned.

　ii.　

intermittent activity is likely to be expected. even if timeline interactions persist, please don't hurry responses or assume you're being ignored.

　iii.　

open to developing purely platonic relationships and plotting (casual, formal, literate—the world is your oyster) pre-established relationships are also welcome. despite the teasing nature of suki's character, don't interpret any fun for flirtation. muse is singleship and unavailable.

　iv.　

in order to protect her peace: minors, locals, nonfl, ex—friends, -phobic, ableist, interested in drama, heavily nsfw centered accounts, and those who are too gullible for their own good regarding any information about her, please resist the urge to connect with suki in any kind of way.

　v.　

we are only human, do not hesitate to approach suki directly if you have any issues or worries. since we are adults, we can handle problems in a responsible and mature manner.

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selective following. mature themes ahead; excessive profanities, mun is neurodivergent and may appear crass. notorious tweet deleter. isolator. might mention sexual content / gore. no trigger warnings. do not interact if uncomfortable with any of the above.