Howling Souls (Minwon)

I find one

[I can't help but feel the fatigue seep deeper into my bones as I wade through the tangled web of social façades. It's not my body that's tired...it's the weight on my heart, worn thin by the constant dance of pretense. Every day feels like a replay of the same hollow script: words laced with empty charm, smiles that flicker but never quite touch the eyes.

I ache for something real. In a world so obsessed with performance, sincerity feels like a dying language. I'm weary of the endless parade of polite exchanges and glossy small talk. Everyone seems to wear a mask...crafted not just to please, but to protect, to manipulate, to survive.

The more I see friendships built on fragile compliments and disguised agendas, the more disillusioned I become. It's soul-crushing, realizing the time and emotion you've poured into someone only served their illusion. True honesty seems buried beneath layers of artificiality...almost unreachable.

What I crave is simple: raw, unfiltered connection. Conversations where vulnerability isn't feared but welcomed. But even that feels like a rebellion. Society has made truth something to tiptoe around, a risky game of carefully edited truths. Peeling back those layers in search of something genuine...it's like grasping for light in a room full of mirrors.]

Wonu:

*sigh* It's so crowded... yet so painfully empty. Other Alphas might admire their charm, their clever deception...but me? I only find their two-faced antics... amusing at best. Why does everyone act this way? Is being kind and honest truly that difficult?

[He closed his eyes, taking a slow breath as the stillness of big wide terrace wrapped around him like a balm.]

Wonu:

Please, moon goddess... grant me a mate who sees no need for masks. Someone who loves me without condition, stays loyal without fear, and speaks truth without hesitation. I don't care about the world... Just that one person...fated to be mine...please don't let them be like the rest.

[He sat in quiet solitude atop the city's glittering skyline, the hum of life below fading into the distance as he searched the stars for hope, for answers, for him.]

Flashback:

Boy:

What a luxurious birthday party.

[The boy muttered, eyes scanning the grandeur with a smirk that barely hid the bitterness beneath. But the disdain wasn't for the celebration...it was for the boy basking in its center. His gaze settled on the birthday boy, who was all smiles, graciously greeting each guest. As their eyes met, the birthday boy began walking over.]

Wonu:

So, guys, are you having fun?

Boy 1:

Of course, Wonu. It's really the best...just like always.

[The other boy responded with a warm smile, the kind that seemed too perfect.]

Boy:

After all, it is Wonwoo's birthday. It has to be the best.

[The first boy chimed in, his smile stretched wide but empty, a thin veil over the resentment in his voice.]

Wonu:

That's good. I have to go somewhere, so enjoy the party.

[With a polite nod, Wonwoo walked away, his presence fading into the crowd. The moment he was gone, the fake smiles vanished.]

Boy:

The fuck with this party. What's he even proud of? He's just a spoiled brat. Being born with a silver spoon doesn't make you a great Alpha.