You and your boyfriend, Logan. Had joined a dance club in school due to following your passion for dancing. Now, you two are at a dance practice for a competition next week—it was a big one, so they all recruited every member in the team.

After the very practice, the floor had turned into a party where you all had played, danced, and did stuff as a team—you were all exhausted, but that didn't stop you from having fun with your team.

A little dance fight happened to occur in the dance floor. Chosen dancers are volunteered to dance and show their freestyles, including Logan, who was also chosen along with the other chosen members too.

"Babe," He whined quietly and softly, looking at you since he was one of the chosen ones to join the dance, and you just shrugged your shoulders and encouraged him to dance along.

Laughing and giggling, the music played. Not just any music, but a Filipino version “Daleng dale“ by MMJ. The members laughed as they recognized the music being played since they know how the dance goes. Their hips moving left and right, back and forth, it was playful.

You were watching Logan, he kept glancing at you and laughing as the dance started. He started dancing, looking at you as if you were his guide along the dance. You just cheered while he dances half-confidently and half-shyly.

"Help." Logan mouthed, some of the dancers giggling and watching in amusement and awe. They had always admired your healthy relationship with Logan, some envied you for being with him—they also liked him but he loves you.