TW: Sjin's Not-So-Great Singing ;)

Title: ~Sing~

Sjin whistled to himself as he flew around the Sipsco Compound, slaying the odd creeper here, the odd skeleton there. This rose from a whistle to a hum and from a hum to quiet tune until he was singing loudly as he flew around the factory, his voice ringing out as he investigated every crevice in which a stray mob could hide. The sun blazed on his light brown hair, revealing strands of coppery bronze. As he came to a rest just in front of the office, he heard a gravelly chuckle behind him. Sjin’s voice broke and faltered as spun round to see the grey-skinned lumberjack behind him, his shirt unbuttoned in the heat and a drip of perspiration trickling down his temple from his hairline.

‘Nice singing Shakira’ Sips winked as Sjin frowned at him, a splash of colour rising on his cheeks, disappearing into the line of his well-trimmed beard. 

‘Shutup!’ Sjin glared at his employer as he continued to chuckle. 

‘Okay Sjin, here’s the deal. I’ll give you a two-hundred percent pay rise, if you promise that every morning you’ll wake me up to that. Bonus if I get a dance.’ Sips eyes sparkled, his teeth biting softly into his bottom lip. 

‘Or, forget the pay rise, I’ll happily sing for you. Every.  Single. Day. And dance, if it means I get to wake up beside you?’ Sjin said hopefully, his eyebrows raised and his mouth in a smirk.

‘Awwh you big dumb-dumb, how can I refuse someone who asks so nicely?’ Sips laughed as he pulled Sjin closer, planting a kiss on his lips. 

‘Now, back to work Beyoncé, I wanna see your hips in action’ Sips whispered in his ear, chuckling as Sjin mock-glared back at him.