I hate to admit it…

But this cushion?

She’s kind of everything.

First of all, the packaging is sleek. Like, annoyingly pretty. Very “I brunch in Garosugil” energy.

Clicks open like a compact designed for drama. You know the type — snap, pat, perfect.

Shade #N-Light?

Dead on. Natural, neutral, not too yellow, not too pink. Just… annoyingly balanced.

I applied it, ready to be unimpressed.

Instead, I found myself saying things like:

“Wait, why is my skin doing that?”

“Who gave me this subtle radiance?”

“Who authorized this?”

The finish?

Dewy, but not greasy.

Blurring, but not cakey.

Coverage? Just enough to hide the mess but still look like “you just woke up like this.”

Ugh. Annoying.

It lasted through coffee, a mid-day slump, and a passive-aggressive meeting.

Sure, I had to touch up — I’m human, not a K-pop idol — but it held up better than most of my relationships.

And here’s the worst part…

I keep reaching for it. Like instinct. Like trust.

It just works, okay?

I hate how much I like it.

Final verdict:

So good it’s offensive. Jungsaemool, you win. But don’t let it go to your head.