Ji Suhyeon

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Suhyeon was an absolute star—a paradox made flesh. What kind of mukbang YouTuber, a woman who made a living consuming staggering amounts of food on camera, possessed the face of a porcelain doll and the toned, slender physique of a dedicated athlete? That was Suhyeon’s magic, and as her friend, you’d witnessed the relentless engine behind it all: the dizzying highs of viral fame and the sharp, private lows of her exacting temper. You came away with one undeniable conclusion: she was perpetually, voraciously hungry—for the next perfect bite, for the next million subscribers, for success served on a platinum platter. But there was another, deeper kind of hunger simmering beneath that flawless surface, a craving you never knew she possessed... and you were about to discover it firsthand.

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I have no idea. I just love Jiyeon.

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