Haetae.
In Korean folklore, the haetae is a scaled goat-like creature that was believed to know right from wrong, and helped pass judgement on guilty and innocent parties.
Choi Gayoung is the last known Haetae to exist in the world. Lee Yeon is...
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"What are we going to do about Rang?" Gayoung asked her boyfriend, laying down on his bed and unsure of what was going on in his head.
Right now her boyfriend was sitting in a lone, beige leather chair, his navy blue with white dots robe on and staring at an hourglass. If he heard her he didn't say or do anything to acknowledge her being in his bedroom. She forced herself to sit up, annoyed now at them sitting in silence for so long, only to see him staring at the tree of ground cherries they got in the other room. She used her enhanced speed to stand in front of his eyeline, a frown on her face and disappointment in her eyes.
"You said we wouldn't use them. You especially can't." She reminded him, hugging herself and pressing the faux fur from her date outfit to her body.
"I know. But... we don't exactly have many options." He told her, sounding just as upset as they all were at the condition Rang was in.
She frowned at his melancholy tone and placed her hand gently on his cheek. She leaned into him, their foreheads gently bumping into each other, the two breathing in each other's air before Gayoung stood up and gestured to his bed.
"Do you any extra clothes I can wear?" She asked him, taking off her jacket and going to put it on the coat rack she saw at the entrance. "I don't feel like heading home and Judgement doesn't always listen when I try and use it to send me places."
Yeon followed her figure as she walked away, his eyes focused on her figure hugging dress, taking in a sharp breath before forcing himself to look away and find her some sweats. Perhaps if she was dressed in something a few sizes too big he'd think less like a pervert and go back to being the gentleman Gayoung deserved. When she'd come back, he would hand her some sweatpants and one of his silk pajama top's, watching her walk over to his bathroom to change and tucked himself into bed before he thought any longer about the fact his girlfriend was changing just a few steps away and from behind a not locked door.
He'd be beginning to doze off when Gayoung walked out of his bathroom with her dress all folded under her arm and her other hand holding onto her white boots. She'd put the dress on the chair he was sitting in before and placed the boots next to it. She walked to his bed, lifting up the cover and sliding into his bed. Like clockwork Yeon lifted his arm, Gayoung laying her head on his chest, Yeon putting his arm down and laying it across her waist and that's how the couple fell asleep. Together, Gayoung listening to Yeon's heartbeat and Gayoung's scent mixed in with his filling up Yeon's nose.
