Mingi leaned back in his chair, scratching his head in perplexity. "Who exactly is this Lee guy?" he asked, his curiosity piqued by the latest case that landed on their desks like a cryptic puzzle.

Their target: Mr. Lee, a mysterious figure shrouded in the haze of Seoul's business landscape. At 50, he owned a hefty chunk of the city's skyscrapers, with whispers suggesting his influence spread even further across Korea. But what caught Mingi's attention was how this seemingly untouchable mogul ended up on their suspect list.

At first glance, it seemed like a minor issue—a few complaints here and there about Mr. Lee's hired muscle roughing up foreigners. But as they dug deeper, layers began to peel away, revealing a hidden underworld of illegal dealings and secret strongholds. Suddenly, what appeared to be a tiny blip on the radar morphed into something much larger and more sinister.

"Guess we've got ourselves a rich maniac on the loose," Y/N quipped with a playful smirk, her eyes flickering mischievously. "Well, lucky for you all, I'll see what I can drum up. Technically, I'm not on the force, but hey, who's keeping track?" She shot a teasing glance at Wooyoung, who lounged across from her, flanked by Mingi. Mingi, catching the camaraderie, couldn't help but chuckle.

"But first, food!" Y/N declared, her stomach rumbling in agreement. "Let's refuel, folks. We can brainstorm better on full stomachs." With a theatrical groan, she dove into her lunch bag, extracting her meal with gusto.

Mingi, noticing her enthusiasm, couldn't resist commenting. "You seem extra pumped for lunch today!"

Y/N grinned, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Oh, you have no idea," she teased.

Wooyoung, seizing the opportunity to stir the pot, joined in, unveiling his own lunch with a wicked grin. "So, here's the deal," he began, sliding his meal toward Mingi. "We had a little cook-off earlier. Y/N here had the audacity to claim she could outdo me in the kitchen. So, naturally, we had to put it to the test. Now, it's your turn to be the judge." Y/N just rolled her eyes in mock annoyance.

"Alright, Mingi, go ahead. Today's the day we settle this once and for all," Y/N said with a hint of determination, nudging her lunch closer to Mingi, who sat there feeling like he'd stepped into a whirlwind.

Mingi cursed himself silently, wondering why he ever got involved in this drama between his two friends. "Um, sorry guys, I just remembered my mom packed me lunch," he began, inching away from the table.

But before he could escape, Y/N and Wooyoung both raised their voices in unison, commanding him to sit back down. "We both know your parents are off holidaying somewhere," Y/N pointed out, while Wooyoung added firmly, "So park it and play judge for once."

Mingi found himself sinking back into his seat, eyeing the spread before him with a mix of trepidation and resignation. Glancing around, he noticed the intense glares being exchanged between his friends. Then, just as Yongbok passed by their table, Mingi seized the opportunity.

"Yongbok!" he called out, hoping for a distraction.

Turning with his trademark smile, Yongbok faced his friend, his uniform perfectly pressed as always. With those adorable freckles peppering his cheeks, he was like a walking charm factory, earning him adoration from all who knew him.

But beneath that cute exterior lay a surprise—a voice that could rival the force of twenty generators combined. "Hey, Inspector Song," he greeted in his deep, rumbling tone, a contrast to his gentle demeanor.

Y/N couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. It was as if Mingi and Yongbok were destined to be friends, their voices perfectly complementing each other. Once, in a fit of curiosity, Y/N had jokingly asked if they'd swallowed megaphones as kids.

"Come eat with us," he said, his voice carrying a genuine sense of camaraderie. Y/N and Wooyoung chimed in, their encouragement echoing Mingi's invitation.

Yongbok, ever the polite one, tried to gracefully decline. But when it came to Y/N, he knew better than to think he could easily escape her insistence.

"Wait, Yongbok, have you eaten?" Y/N's question hung in the air, her tone both teasing and caring. Yongbok shook his head, a sheepish grin playing on his lips.

Without missing a beat, Y/N adopted her trademark humor. "Then bring your here and eat with us," she declared, her words punctuated with a playful exuberance that always seemed to break through any resistance.

Yongbok chuckled, unable to resist her infectious energy, and made his way to the table, expressing his gratitude. Y/N flashed him a mischievous grin. "I can't let my little brother starve now, can I?" she teased, her affection for him shining through.

But Wooyoung, ever the instigator, couldn't resist stirring the pot. "Oh, please, we all know why you called him," he interjected with a smirk, earning himself a sharp glare from Y/N. "To have an extra judge who will vote for you."

"Come on, guys, dig in," Y/N urged, flashing a hopeful smile at Mingi and Yongbok. With a gentle nudge, they picked up their chopsticks and fork, eyeing the lunches in front of them. The tension in the air was palpable, like the calm before a storm.

Mingi and Yongbok hesitated for a moment, exchanging uncertain glances. Then, with a shrug, they each took a tentative bite from their respective lunches, much to the relief of Y/N and Wooyoung. The two of them watched anxiously, waiting for their verdict.

As Mingi and Yongbok chewed, Y/N and Wooyoung held their breath, waiting for the inevitable reaction. It was a make-or-break moment, with the fate of their teasing rivalry hanging in the balance.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Mingi and Yongbok nodded in approval, their faces lighting up with delight. Y/N let out a sigh of relief, while Wooyoung couldn't help but smirk triumphantly.

With a gentle clink, Mingi laid his chopsticks down, shooting Yongbok a grin across the table. Wooyoung and Y/N leaned in, anticipation dancing in their eyes as they awaited the verdict.

"I've reached a verdict," Mingi announced, casting his gaze between Wooyoung and Y/N. "You both really impressed me, but..." He paused for dramatic effect, drawing out the suspense. "I have to say, Yongbok's brownies take the cake."

Wooyoung and Y/N exchanged playful glares, then turned their attention back to Mingi, their voices blending in a chorus of mock outrage as they for his choice.

Amidst the lively chatter of their lunch group, Yongbok's voice cut through the commotion like a spotlight on stage. "Hey, guys, hold up a sec," he said, holding up his lunchbox with a grin. Wooyoung chuckled, already sensing some mischief afoot, and shot a glance over at Y/N.

"This right here," Yongbok declared proudly, "is the real deal. Authentic Korean goodness that has that special flavor every Korean craves." His words were met with a cheer from Wooyoung, who shot a playful glare at Y/N. "I'm telling you, this is the winner," Wooyoung exclaimed, triumphant.

But just as the celebration started to peak, Yongbok raised his hand, silencing the room. He reached for Y/N's lunchbox, causing her to lean in with anticipation. The room's energy shifted from jubilation to a hush of curiosity. Wooyoung's applause faded into an uncertain silence.

"This," Yongbok continued, holding up the lunchbox with a twinkle in his eye, "is something different. It's like a fusion of flavors from around the world—a whole new experience that people will go crazy for." Y/N's face lit up with delight, bouncing in her seat, as the suspense built. What could be inside this extraordinary lunchbox? The room held its breath, waiting for the reveal.

"So, I guess you could say, I love 'em both," Yongbok concluded with a grin, "being half Korean and half Australian, you know?"

Mingi, ever the theatrical one, pretended to wipe away tears. "I knew inviting you was a of genius," he exclaimed dramatically, earning groans from both Wooyoung and Y/N.

"Nice move, Mr. Jung," Y/N said, extending her hand for a handshake to Wooyoung.

"Yeah, well played," Wooyoung replied, though there was a hint of disappointment in his voice. "But did he have to hype you up so much?"

"You're too much," Y/N teased, retracting her hand with a playful smirk. "Man, Mingi, I've got this crazy craving for Yongbok's brownies," she declared, shooting Yongbok a grin.

Yongbok chuckled. "Well, I could whip up a batch for you tomorrow."

"She's like family to me, you know?" Yongbok