Hello all! It's been a while since I last wrote something new, but I've been revisiting some of my old stories and thought it would be fun to post some up here. This was previously published on Lovers Unparalleled (the original SoEul fic archive - good times!) back in 2010 (!). This is my take on how the F4 and gang would fare if they got into the Twitterverse; let's not even go into the other SNS platforms for now ;) Thankfully, Twitter is still around and most of the original rules still apply haha. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: All characters and brands belong to their respective owners, and I am in no way associated with them. All I am able to own is the story (which is just as important!).

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Intro: Welcome To The Twitterverse

So Yi Jeong didn't think the day was going to be anything out of the ordinary. It seemed like it was going to be an average afternoon at the F4 lounge, with the guys hanging out together as usual, playing pool and getting beaten by Woo Bin, watching a movie of Ji Hoo's choice (usually the smart thrillers) or getting yelled at by Jun Pyo for beating him at his favourite driving game.

The only difference was that today, he was late, no thanks to his alarm clock not waking him up from his afternoon nap. (Three words: Evil. Snooze. Button.)

And so he drove like the usual law abiding road runner he was (with added speed) and reached the lounge in record time. He got out of the car, hastily locked it and bounded through back door of the lounge, hoping he wouldn't have to give up any of his precious art pieces for auction because of his tardiness…

"Hi guys! Sorry I'm late! Traffic was terrible on the way here, I was stuck on the highway for SO LONG, I could feel my toenails grow while I was…"

Yi Jeong paused in the middle of the staircase. He suddenly realized that no one was listening to his ramble. The three other F4 members were sitting quietly on the couch, each engrossed in typing into their own phones.

"Yah," the new arrival said out loud, as he continued walking down the steps, "Why are you all glued to your phones?"

No response. The three guys continued to pay rapt attention to their individual mobiles, typing away, occasionally smiling to themselves.

Woo Bin suddenly let out a loud laugh as Yi Jeong was reaching the base of the stairs.

"Have you seen Monkey's latest tweet?" he said, to no one in particular, "It's hilarious! I'm going to re-tweet this…"

Monkey? Tweet? Re-tweet? Was Yi Jeong hearing things? He tried to discreetly dig his ear with his pinkie. Not that the other guys noticed, anyway. They were still too busy on their…

"HAH!" Jun Pyo shouted, letting out a snort, "I got 1,452 followers in a span of five hours! I am so tweeting that… "

Followers? Has Jun Pyo started a cult, or something? Man, that's a scary thought. And why does he insist on talking like a bird?

Yi Jeong decided this was getting curiouser and curiouser. He looked at Ji Hoo, who had yet to speak. He'd probably make the most sense out of the others.

Right on cue, the most stoic brother in the F4 circle gave his own nugget of wisdom:

"How fascinating. 'One Direction Forever' is trending in the Twitterverse."

Twitter-whaa?

Yi Jeong decided that he had enough gobbledygook for the day.

"YAH!" Yi Jeong yelled, finally managing to get the guys' attention, "Did you guys have too much chicken for lunch or what! Everything you nutcases are saying has 'tweet' this and 'tweet' that!"

The trio looked at each other in amusement before laughing hysterically, making Yi Jeong feel even more left out, and even more pissed off. Just as he was about to unleash a harsh string of unmentionables at them, Woo Bin jumped off the couch and threw an arm around him, ruffling his hair.

"You're such a twit, Yi Jeong-ah," the mafia prince quipped, as the potter struggled to remove himself from his playful grasp, "But at least you're an adorable one."

"I can't believe you're not on Twitter yet!" Jun Pyo smirked from his place on the couch, "Even yours truly, the tech boob, is on it."

Woo Bin stifled a laugh on hearing the Shinhwa chaebol's latest Freudian slip, but just about choked Yi Jeong, who was still in his grasp.

Ji Hoo coughed coolly. "I think you mean, noob, Jun Pyo. As in the gamer word for newb-"

"Of course I know the word!" Jun Pyo insisted, "I'm not as much as a boobie as you might think I am!" With that declaration (and much resignation from the F3), he buried his face into his phone again, typing away.

Woo Bin finally let Yi Jeong go, and dusted him off a little. "Anyway, this is something we discovered today. It's also known as a 'micro-blogging' service – y'know, like Cyworld, but with less features, and with a 140 character limit."

"Huh? What's the point then?" Yi Jeong wondered, scratching his head, "I can't say much with only 140 characters!"

Ji Hoo patted the confused potter on the back. "Actually, you'll be surprised at what you can say with only 140 characters. It does take some practice, though."

"Also," Woo Bin added, his voice dropping to a whisper, "It prevents smarty pants like our JP here from making a fool out of himself."

"YAH! I heard that, Song pabo! I'm going to tell all my followers NOT to follow you!"

With Woo Bin rolling his eyes and mouthing 'there he goes again', Jun Pyo conscientiously began to tweet his latest rant on his phone, his fingers flying all over the touchpad.

Ji Hoo and Woo Bin exchanged knowing looks, and just as Yi Jeong was about to protest again, Ji Hoo put a finger to his lips. Woo Bin quietly started counting down. At the count of one…

"ARGH! I'm 30 characters over the limit again!"

The medical student and mafia prince exchanged a subtle low five.

"Okay, Casanova So," Woo Bin smirked, draping an arm around Yi Jeong and leading him to the nearest computer, "It's your turn to get inducted into the Twitterverse…"

Yi Jeong was not sure he liked the sound of that.