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Jungkook blinked awake to the sound of an alarm blaring from somewhere nearby. He huffed and hid a smile in his arms as he watched his mates shoot into action.
It had been just over three weeks since he had gotten his back tattooed, and it had been quite the pain in the ass to deal with the entire time. If he wasn't well acquainted with the process, and how pretty the finished result would look, Jungkook wasn't sure that he could have put up with it.
Seeing as it was a hard to reach place for him to care for, his mates had taken the reins and all but ordered him to let them do the work. Not that he'd ever complain about some quality doting from his mates. No, not at all.
A weight appeared at his back as someone sat on his butt.
"Greetings, pillow prince, I have come to clean you."
Jungkook grinned and turned his head to the side to catch Taehyung's gaze. "That's rich coming from you, your highness."
Tae rolled his eyes and straightened an invisible tiara. "At least I give as good as I get. Now let me give this baby a bath."
He hummed and let his eyelids fall shut as Taehyung began to work.
They all took turns on the stages of cleaning, moisturizing, helping him shower, and checking on the healing in general. Like they were in all things, his mates were devoted in their attentions. It was endearing. There was the added benefit that they had been there to help with his other tattoos and the healing involved. So they all knew what to do, how much cleaning was good vs where it became too much, they knew to only use unscented products, and they knew to not let him scratch. All the little nuances were covered.
It made Jungkook's inner omega purr and roll in utter contentment. They were so well cared for.
"Hyung," Taehyung called, "the baby's a puddle right now. You'll have to come here for moisturizing."
Jungkook grumbled but made no effort to move or to deny his claim. He was comfy, sue him.
Yoongi heaved a long sigh from somewhere nearby. "Ah to be coddled into mush by mates who are good with their hands. Such a hard life our darling leads."
He couldn't help the grin that slipped onto his face. He was spoiled but he was perfectly happy being so. Especially with the knowledge that he gave it right back when he was able.
"Up, Taetae. I need to get the lotion on there before it dries out too much."
Taehyung trilled in interest, sitting up on his butt. "Gonna make me move, Yoongi-hyungie?"
Yoongi hummed but said nothing.
"If he won't then I will!"
Taehyung was heaved up and away from him with a startled yelp, which was followed by frantic giggles. "N-No Namjoonieeee, lemme go!"
Jungkook lifted his head in time to see Namjoon aggressively scent Taehyung's neck, dimples popped out as he beamed. He smiled into his arm as the cute scene.
Yoongi sat on his butt like Taehyung had and patted his hip. "Alright, Kookie, lets lotion up."
As was the case whenever one of his older mates took control of the lotion, caring for the tattoo turned into a full fledged back massage. Their excuse was usually something to the effect that he had a really nice back that they wanted to feel up.
Again, Jungkook wasn't about to complain about such sweet treatment.
"Well if he wasn't a melted pile of goo before, he certainly is now."
Hoseok.
The dancer kneeled beside the couch and leaned forward to scent his neck. "Hmmm you smell so good right now, baby. Yoongi making you feel good?"
Jungkook could only offer a pleased purr in response. Forming words felt too difficult in that moment.
"Good job, Yoongichi," Seokjin complimented. "You've made the baby lose his words."
Yoongi let out a trilling purr behind him, firm grip on his back loosening up.
Jungkook couldn't see to tell for sure, but he'd bet that Seokjin had done something to cause that.
Hobi seemed to sense his curiosity and kissed his cheek. "They're kissing. I think Jinnie is still clingy from earlier."
"Says the one half curled over the maknae," Seokjin shot back playfully.
"He's got you there, though Kookie is just as bad in reverse. Mr. Sniff King and all that."
Something in him relaxed fully at Jimin's voice. All of them were present now. Jungkook sighed in utter happiness. The warm scent of a summer's day bloomed with his contentment.
Hoseok purred and kissed his neck. "Ohhh something made you happy. More of that please."
Jimin kissed the top of Hobi's head and then grabbed up his right arm and began tracing kisses on his tattoos.
Jungkook flexed his fingers to hold Jimin's in return. "M'nnie," he mumbled.
"You're so cute," Hoseok praised him. "I love it when we get a mushy baby to look after."
Jimin continued to kiss his way down his arm, eyes shining with amusement. It was clear that he knew exactly the effect his soft kisses had on his fuzzy brain.
Taehyung, having broken free of Namjoon's grasp, joined the wordless praise of his tattoos.
"Definitely the one with the highest pain tolerance," Jimin teased him. "Just can't stop adding to the art collection."
"Pretty Jungkookie," Namjoon rumbled. "Made yourself into a walking art museum for us to enjoy everyday."
"Mmm pretty?" He asked. His omega craved the adoring praises and drank in every tender word. It was to his added benefit that his mates' scents tended to sweeten and mix in the most delightful ways whenever they were caring for him. It made him feel dizzy how drunk he could get from their combined smell. Oh how he loved his six.
"One of the prettiest omegas ever," Seokjin assured him. "Though it's a bit hard to choose when all seven of us are together like this."
"We can let Jungkook be the prettiest one for now," Taehyung breathed. "Just look at how soft he is. So, so pretty."
It felt like he was going to burn up from the inside out. His heart sang with joy, his body shivered with overwhelm, his mind felt drunk on their loving tones. Jungkook blinked up at them, demure and sweet.
Yoongi leaved up his back to kiss his nape. "Pretty, pretty baby with pretty, pretty body art."
Jungkook keened high in his throat. "Hyungs..."
That seemed to kick their affections into a different gear and all he could do was trail after their lead.
He wouldn't complain about the care he saw from his mates after getting a tattoo... ever.