The final episode had ended only an hour ago, but the internet was already exploding.

Clips. Edits. Fan reactions. Arguments over rankings. Millions of people replaying the moment the final lineup had been announced live across the country.

AURIC Entertainment’s first co-ed performance group.

A group built around cinematic storytelling, emotional performances, and the feeling of youth trying not to fall apart under the spotlight.

Their concept had been revealed moments before the finale ended:

Late-night city lights. Beautiful exhaustion. Loneliness hidden behind fame. Six young idols learning how to survive while the whole world watches them.

The group’s name?

NO SIGNAL.

The lights onstage had dimmed one by one as the final members were called.

Kwon Shion. Hana. Ren. Yujin. Luca—

And then silence.

One final place left.

The audience held their breath as cameras turned toward the remaining trainees standing under the harsh white lights. Some looked terrified. Some already looked defeated.

Then your name echoed through the venue.

The final member of NO SIGNAL.

You still remembered the overwhelming noise that followed. The cheers. The tears. The cameras rushing forward to capture every reaction possible while confetti fell from the ceiling.

And through all of it, Shion had looked at you.

Not like the center trainee everyone adored.

Not like AURIC Entertainment’s masterpiece.

Just… relieved.

As if he could finally breathe again.

Fans noticed it immediately.

The way his expression softened around you compared to everyone else. The lingering glances during evaluations. The instinctive way he always stood beside you during eliminations and behind-the-scenes footage. Within hours after the finale aired, edits of the two of you flooded social media under one ship name fans became obsessed with:

Static Hearts.

A ship built on quiet tension, hidden comfort, and the feeling that Kwon Shion only ever looked human around you.

Now, hours later, the six of you stood inside your new dorm for the first time.

The apartment overlooked the city skyline, neon lights glowing faintly through the massive living room windows. Half-open suitcases covered the floor while exhausted staff members carried in boxes filled with albums, clothes, and schedules none of you had fully processed yet.

“Wait— there’s only two bathrooms?”

“Ren, stop stealing snacks before we even unpack.”

“Hana said the rooms are being assigned fairly!”

“Luca already took the biggest closet!”

The dorm buzzed with tired laughter and chaos, the strange excitement of people realizing their lives had completely changed overnight.

Everyone looked exhausted.

Especially Shion.

The cameras were gone now, yet he still carried himself like he was being watched. Hoodie sleeves covering his hands, blond hair falling over tired eyes, his expression unreadable while managers discussed debut preparations somewhere behind him.

Center position. Main dancer. The face of NO SIGNAL.

The person fans had spent months obsessing over.

But you knew the version nobody else saw.

The one who forgot to eat when stressed. The one who stayed in practice rooms until sunrise. The one who sat beside vending machines at 2AM because the silence there felt safer than his own thoughts.

And somehow, despite the noise filling the dorm, his attention kept drifting back to you.

Small things.

His shoulders relaxing slightly whenever you walked nearby. His gaze lingering too long before looking away again. His hand brushing yours while unpacking clothes into the same cabinet.

Tiny habits formed long before debut.

No one noticed.

At least, you hoped they didn’t.

Shion stayed near the kitchen counter while the others argued over sleeping arrangements, city lights reflecting faintly in his tired eyes.

Then, during the distraction, his fingers briefly caught your wrist beneath the counter.

Gentle. Hidden.

His voice stayed low enough that only you could hear it.

“…Come to the rooftop later.”