Synopsis: Jin-hyeok opens a cake shop in an old antique shop, hiring Seun-woo, Korea's best pastry chef, who fell in love with him in high school. Also there, are Soo-young, crushing on Seun-woo, ex-boxer Gi-beom, and Seun-woo's French ex-boyfriend.
Genre: Comedy, Drama, Romance
Director(s): Kyu-dong Min
  2 wins & 1 nomination.
107 min


I have to

tell you something.

I like you.


I just had to tell you...

I knoW...

All the girls Want you,

and you don't like guys.

But I Wanted to tell you

before graduation.

That's all.

I just had to get it out,

so don't mind me.

I'll go.

MIN Sun-Woo.

Stop right there.

Come on.

Is that really all?

You're satisfied With that?


You Want to sleep With me,

don't you?

You jerk off

thinking about me, right?

What? No, I never...

You can tell me.

- It's okay.

- Jin-hyuk...

Aren't you upset?


F*ck yeah, I'm upset.

So f*ck off and die

before I puke on your face,

goddamn faggot!

Can anyone be unhappy

While eating cake?

We have all craved for cake

in our happiest moments.

Like instinct.

Why is this so?

Hello, everyone.

I am Jean-Baptiste Evan.

We will conclude today

with the delicate Gateau au Opera.

People often turn away from it

because of its ingredients.

Chocolate, butter,

whipped cream...

Fattening, yes,

but a small price

to pay for pleasure.

A fragrant coconut flavor,

rich ganache,

all mixed with the savory

taste of almond powder.

The perfect harmony of flavors is

just like a great opera.

Leave me alone!

Or perhaps quite like the

bitter sweetness of life.

Why don't you help yourself

to a bite of life?

But be careful.

Once you're hooked,

all of your senses,

and even your soul

will never be able to forget

that rich taste of perfection.

It is a curious addiction.

You will go to the end of the world

in search of those flavors.

They are no longer mere flavors,

but more a lingering voice

forever engraved in your mind.

Do you still

wish to try a slice?

You should come home more often.

You're all smiles, Mother.

- No place like home, Son.

- Right.

Come back and

I'll cook you a feast.

I quit Work yesterday.

- What?

- What?

But you Were doing fine...

That's good, then.

You can Work for your father.

I think I'll open a cake shop.


But you hate sWeets.

All the customers are Women.

Oh my goodness.

Should I chip in a little?

- He'll need technicians first.

- It's all right, Dad.

I'll take care of it all.


What's a culinary researcher for?

Just leave it to me.

- HoW convenient.

- Yes, Mom.

Excuse me.

Nice to meet you.

I'm MIN Sun-Woo.

Oh, right.

You have quite a resume.

It's nothing.

No need to even mention Paris.

Wien, Cookie Mori, Garu...

You've gone through

all of the top shops in Korea.

People call you

a legend in this field.

That's a bit of a stretch.

I just ended up

going through a feW shops.

I can see that.

Fired Within a year

at each, right?

Oh. Yes...

There Was a braWI

betWeen the Wien employees,

because of you.

A suicide attempt at

Cookie Mori, because of you.

The Wife at Garu

ran around With a knife

because the oWner cheated.

With you.

But you don't need to

Worry about that.

It'll just be

you and me for noW.

Actually, that's

What Worries me...

I Was so startled

When I saW you.

Because you're so my type.

Was this hoW you did it?

ThroWing yourself

at anyone you see?

ThroW myself?

I've never made a move

on anyone at Work.

They all just suddenly

became infatuated With me.

It's not up to them

Whether they like me or not.

All right, don't laugh.

I'm a Gay of Demonic Charm.

I'm serious.

A Gay of Demonic Charm?

With that dumb look

on your face?

Thanks for the laugh.

- Never mind, then.

- No, Wait.

Hey, Wait a second.

Hang on.

Hey, Wait.

It was probably

his graduation day.

He walked in here

in that uniform.

It was lust at first sight.

I swear.

He was dripping with pheromones.

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