Disclaimer: I own nothing, otherwise our favorite SoEul couple would have had a proper ending complete with babies, and this handbook would be part of the merchandise ;)

Full summary: Have you ever wanted to know about the F4's official rules? Like why Woo Bin abuses English ebonics? Or why the red card is red and not yellow or pink? Or why Jun Pyo insists on wearing those ridiculous fur coats of his?

Due to some undercover sneaking by our favorite weed, you're about to find out.

Korean words used in this chapter:
anae - wife
chal jinaessoyo - I'm fine, thanks

"No. There is no way in hell we are going." Jan Di folded her arms across her chest and glared at her husband-as-of-yesterday. Even though they were across the room from each other—him sprawled out on the king sized bed, her standing in the doorway of the master suite bathroom—she could see that arrogant smirk that made an appearance whenever he was about to exercise his rights as the F4 leader playing on his lips.

But the smirk disappeared in a second, only to be replaced as a pout. "But anae, last night was boring," he whined, rolling around on the bed. "I want to go to Catalina Island!"

Jan Di was about to retort to the latter half of the sentence before the former hit her. Boring?! "You pabo, we were up until 4 in the morning!"

"But I fell asleep!"

"Men always fall asleep after sex!"

Jun Pyo's forehead creased in confusion. "Where did you hear that?"

The new Mrs. Gu Jun Pyo wasn't going to admit she had been flipping through Jae Kyung's numerous American teenager magazines, so she decided to bring up the main subject of their argument. "Why Catalina Island? That's on the other side of the Pacific Ocean!"

"That's why." The F4 leader made a "hmph" sound before sitting up. "I want to have you all by myself. Those stupid gossip magazines know more about you than I do!"

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Jan Di simply turned around and stormed into the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth to wash her face. She grabbed a bar of soap and started scrubbing at her cheeks. "What is it with the F4 dragging women around like ragdolls?"

From the bedroom, she could hear Jun Pyo chuckling.

Raising her voice a few decibels louder, she grumbled, "I wish that there was SOME kind of F4 handbook that would tell me what I was in for with dealing with these people!"

Jun Pyo was standing by one of the full length mirrors in the bedroom checking his hair to make sure it was alright—they were pretty rough last night and the curls just weren't bouncy enough—when he heard Jan Di's grumbling and suddenly remembered something. Laughing, he said, "Of course there's a handbook, stupid. We wouldn't be the F4 without one."

"You and your stupid—what?" Curious, Jan Di poked her head out the doorway. She saw her husband standing by one of the mirrors, a blank expression on his usually smug face. She tiptoed over and waved a hand in front of his face. "Yah! What are you doing, Gu Jun Pyo?"

As if someone threw cold water on him, he jumped, glanced down to see his newlywed wife staring at him with an odd expression on her face, and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Ah… just remembering some stuff from way back then, Jan Di. Nothing to worry about." He all but ran to the bathroom, shut the door, and soon all Jan Di could hear was the sound of rushing water from the shower. Jan Di walked to the bed slowly and sat down. "Hmm… an F4 handbook? Jun Pyo and them don't seem too serious about F4 to make something like that."

She mused over the possibilities of an actual handbook until she heard the shower stop running. Jun Pyo came out in nothing but a towel, and as he brushed past Jan Di for his suitcase of extra clothes he said, "Hurry up and take a shower. My driver will be here shortly to pick us up and bring us back to the mansion."

"What?! I thought we were staying here for a week!" Whoever heard of a day-long honeymoon? And what about all the things Jun Pyo had bragged about planning? The management wouldn't be too happy.

"It doesn't matter. Butler Lee will take care of it." The tone of his voice was final as he started dressing himself.

Jan Di sighed, but she had no choice except to go to the bathroom to change. She may be married now, but it would be a while before she changed in the same room as Gu Jun Pyo.

*

As Jun Pyo said, the management rung up their room in less than 15 minutes informing them that their limousine had arrived, and Jun Pyo practically dragged Jan Di out of there and into the car.

The ride back was silent, and Jan Di couldn't help but feel awkward. Shouldn't they not be able to keep their hands off each other right now?

Sneaking a glance at Jun Pyo, she noted his hands were (disappointingly) resting in his lap. He was gazing out of the tinted window, and a thoughtful look was on his face. Part of Jan Di wanted to deliver a flying round kick to Jun Pyo for being so… so lacking in what was supposed to be the best honeymoon ever featured in Borbes magazine, but the other part wanted to find out what he was thinking about.

Women's intuition led her to think of the handbook.

Jan Di hid a smile as she leaned on her armrest, staring thoughtfully out the window and thinking of what possible places someone could hide a guide to the elite ways of the F4.

*

When the limousine pulled up to the Gu mansion, Jun Pyo was out of the car in less than 5 seconds, not even casting a backwards glance towards Jan Di.

"Are you okay, Mistress Gu?" One of the maids, Chun Hei, walked up to the car door to open it for Jan Di and bowed.

Jan Di couldn't help but smile as she remembered the times she had to work here as a maid. "Chal jinaessoyo," she replied, taking the maid's proffered hand and pulling herself out of the car. Turning to the mansion, she saw an Italian leather shoe disappear behind the huge, heavy door of the main entrance.

Muttering a quick thank you to Chun Hei, she dashed up the stairs and pushed past the servants waiting to open the door for her.

Jan Di could hear his steps echoing in the house, but what staircase did he go up? Picking one at random, she ran up them as quietly as she could. This is the stupid thing about mansions, she thought. No practicality at all.

The staircase she picked was the one that had only one landing with a small bench and a few potted plants on it; otherwise it led all the way up to what was now Jun Pyo's office. It was still rather long though. As Jan Di panted her way up the stairs, she caught a glimpse of Italian leather and thanked God she had picked the right one. She didn't want Jun Pyo to know she was tailing him, so she slowed down on the landing and watched as he fumbled with his keys to unlock the office, and walked inside.

Calling on her spying skills, Jan Di crept up the marble stairs to the mahogany wood door, and peeped in the little crack that allowed her to see into the room.

The curtains were still drawn so it was considerably dark in the room, but she could see Jun Pyo's form standing by his desk. There was a sound of wheels rolling on wood, the sound of a drawer opening, and… bah, she couldn't see that well from her vantage point. Jan Di could only see Jun Pyo's silhouette bending over his desk. She watched him for a few moments, then there was the sound of a drawer closing, then muted footsteps across plush carpet…

With a frightened squeak, Jan Di jumped back, glanced rapidly around for a place to hide, and finally ducked behind a large fern plant near the door. Just as she bent down, the door creaked open, and there stood Jun Pyo. He exhaled and clapped his hands together a little too loudly; Jan Di was sure that it was echoing around the house now.

"Good to see it's still there," Jun Pyo chuckled. He adjusted his jacket lapels as if composing himself for acting stern and angry at the maids who saw him briefly abandon his new wife in favor of a childhood relic, before stepping down the stairs in a decidedly jaunty fashion.

Jan Di waited until his footsteps' echoes died down a bit, before letting out a breath she didn't know she had been holding and sneaking to the door that Jun Pyo didn't lock.

The room was silent and had a decidedly foreboding air to it, Jan Di thought. Here was a place where businesses and livelihoods were broken down and crushed. She snuck stealthily to Jun Pyo's desk and blushed at the picture displaying her and Jun Pyo at their engagement party, before sitting down in the leather-backed armchair to look at the drawers. One of them was a little ajar, so Jan Di hoped that her luck hadn't run out today and pulled it open.

Resting on top of a stack of business-y looking papers was a leather bound book. Jan Di felt her heart speed up as she gingerly picked it up. There was a small gold plaque embellished on the cover, and engraved on it were the words: "The Official F4 Handbook." A skull and bones from the infamous red card was engraved beneath the title.

Jan Di reached to undo the fancy clasp holding the book together, but hesitated. If Jun Pyo was in such a rush to check for this and keep it a secret from her, maybe she shouldn't know. In fact, she should be downstairs right now with her husband, instead of sneaking around behind his back and around his personal belongings like this.

Shaking her head, Jan Di placed the book back on top of the papers and walked out the door, closing it shut behind her.

Less than two seconds later the door clicked open again, and less than five seconds later it was shut by a giggling Jan Di, the official rules of the F4 clutched to her chest as she ran towards her room.

First official rule will be in the next chapter, thanks for reading!