Falling for the Omega Idol Chapter 90: END OF VOCAL PRACTICE SESSION

YOON JIHOON was more than impressed. The mont Kang Haneul started singing, Jihoon’s full attention was on him. Haneul’s voice was smooth and natural, filling the room like it belonged there. Each note was clear and rich, pulling everyone in without even trying. There was sothing so effortless about it, yet it carried deep emotion, making the song feel personal.

Haneul’s voice wasn’t just beautiful—it was powerful in a quiet way. His high notes were pure and soft, while the lower ones carried a warmth that made Jihoon feel sothing he couldn’t quite describe. His voice simply had a magic that was impossible to ignore.

Although Jihoon had noticed in Haneul’s profile that he received a high rating for vocals, he hadn’t thought much of it. Unlike Jung Taeyang, who excelled in multiple areas, Haneul’s strengths seed limited to singing. His ratings for dancing and performance were practically blank, suggesting that during the audition, Haneul had likely only focused on singing. Jihoon assud that ant Haneul wasn’t versatile enough to stand out—until he heard him sing.

But the fact that Haneul only sang during his audition could an that he wasn’t confident about dancing. Unlike solo artists, idols should be good in both. There’s also another problem. According to his profile, Haneul was an Oga.

Jihoon understood how biased idol fans could be toward Alphas. In a competition where the debut group would be decided by public votes, most fans would likely favor forming a group dominated by Alphas. This made Haneul’s chances of debuting even slimr. No matter how incredible his singing was, if he couldn’t match it with strong dancing skills, the public would probably overlook him.

But that would be a real waste. With a voice like that, Haneul definitely needed to be in the music industry. Jihoon decided right then that if Kang Haneul didn’t debut through this program, he would ask his agency to sign him. Because a voice like his deserved to be heard by everyone for a long ti.

"Haneul, your voice is sothing else. Honestly, your control and emotion are almost flawless. The way you hit those high notes without losing any clarity—that’s rare. If I had to give any advice, it would be to not hold back in expressing the song’s emotion even more. You’ve got the technical part down, but don’t be afraid to really let the feeling of the song show. It’ll take your performance from great to unforgettable."

K-Beat nodded in agreent. "Yeah, your vocal technique is on point, no doubt. What I’d suggest is to work a bit on your phrasing, though. You already deliver the notes beautifully, but sotis leaving space or playing with the timing can add even more depth. Let the song breathe a little more. You’re almost there—just a tiny bit more finesse and you’ll be unstoppable."

Their words reflected the high level of skill Haneul had already shown, but they also encouraged him to push for that final touch of perfection. And Haneul greatly appreciated that.

Haneul bowed once again toward the two ntors. "Thank you both so much for your feedback. I’ll definitely keep your advice in mind and work hard to improve."

And with that, the vocal practice for the first batch of contestants ended.

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Afterwards, Haneul didn’t waste any ti. He quickly headed to a practice room to work on the choreography. His scheduled dance practice wasn’t until 1 PM, but he knew he needed the extra ti. Despite staying late the night before, he still hadn’t perfected the routine—a struggle that wasn’t surprising given his current skill level.

As he walked, Haneul’s thoughts drifted back to what had happened earlier, after the ntors had left the practice room.

So of the contestants, especially those who hadn’t perford well, shot him envious glances. A hint of jealousy was clear in their eyes. Others looked at him cautiously, but still approached with polite complints.

Song Jiwoo stared at him like he was so kind of alien before muttering, "Great, now that guy’s definitely going to co after you—just because of your voice." There was a hint of warning in his tone, as if Haneul’s talent had just painted a target on his back.

Of course, Haneul knew exactly who Song Jiwoo was talking about: their other roommate, Park Mirae. But Haneul wasn’t too worried. He was confident he could handle whatever ’attacks’ the other might throw his way. The only thing that concerned him was just how far Park Mirae was willing to go. If his level of ’evil’ crossed into psycho territory, Haneul knew he’d have to be more cautious and ready to counter any twisted sche he might plot.

Then there was Taeyang, who paused briefly by Haneul’s side, muttered a quick "good job," and then took off like soone was chasing him. The whole encounter was so fast that Haneul barely had ti to respond before Taeyang disappeared from the room.

Haneul was starting to feel genuinely confused by Taeyang’s behavior. It was like he wanted to ignore Haneul, but couldn’t quite manage it, leading to these awkward, almost bizarre interactions. It was frustrating, and it was beginning to get on Haneul’s nerves. The only thing keeping him from getting truly annoyed was his lingering admiration for the artist Taeyang had been, or rather, would be.

Haneul shook his head, pushing the thoughts aside, and continued searching for an empty practice room. Thankfully, after a few more minutes of wandering, he finally found one.

The mont he stepped inside, Haneul wasted no ti and imdiately began practicing the choreography.

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In another practice room, Taeyang moved with an intensity that bordered on reckless. Each step hit harder than the last, his body pushing through the exhaustion as if he could outdance the thoughts swirling in his mind. Haneul’s voice, smooth and haunting, kept echoing in his head no matter how hard he tried to block it out. He spun sharply, trying to shake it off, his feet moving faster, his heart pounding in ti with the music.

But his movents were getting sloppy. One misstep, and his foot slipped out from under him. He stumbled, barely catching himself before crashing to the floor, breathless and frustrated.

"Shit."