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Seokjin couldn't sleep without music or Namjoon . . . he also couldn't sleep with pants.
They'd built up a smooth rhythm, Seokjin arranges the bed, switches off the lights, opens the window, Namjoon sets the alarm, closes the door and moves nimble fingers over their record player.
It was always something soft, something calm and lulling, usually piano, occasionally violin if Namjoon noticed Seokjin was particularly tired. Namjoon would fidget with the records, Seokjin would shed his pants. Worn tee shirts would swallow the older man as he climbed into bed, soft white sheets would rub at his thighs, boxers ridden up just a little. He'd then settle into the pillows, hair strewn about, a king beautiful and young.
Namjoon would let the music lull quietly in the background, roll his shoulders back relaxing the muscles, shed his shirt and wrestle his legs into basketball shorts. He'd flop into bed, pressing kisses to his king's forehead, the slow build of a beautiful piano piece accompanying the touch. Seokjin would sigh into the touch, tangle his legs between both of Namjoon's settle his head on the younger's chest.
The two would fall asleep to each other, Seokjin to Namjoon's heart beating, Namjoon to Seokjin's lungs breathing, piano softly complimenting them both.