#sareeappreciation

Kim Namjoon 

He saw her right as she was leaving the BigHit building. He felt as though he  was in a movie and time had stopped. The weak evening sunlight hit the lady in all the right angles. She looked like an ethereal being as the saree she was draped in shimmered and specks of light bounced off the gold embedded in the voluminous garment. The lady was wearing a blue and dark pink saree with gold threading and she had paired it with long gold earrings and a thin gold chain. Namjoon was mesmerized and though he knew he had to get into his car and head home, he couldn’t rip his eyes off of her. The lady had skin the color of coffee and thick curly black hair that cascaded to her back. Her form was glorious: as the blue fabric hugged her wide hips and generous behind, while the pink jacket shrouded her breasts and ended at her natural waist. He could see a good amount of her midriff, but the saree covered her belly button. Her entire being shimmered: from her skin to her clothes to her jewelry. 

As she walked closer down the street towards the entrance of the BigHit building, he wasn’t able to move even an inch out of the way---that’s how stunned she made him. As she tried to move past him through the door, he bumped into her and as she was about to slip from the sudden force of the contact, he grabbed her by her waist to keep her upright. Her scent engulfed him, a fragrance of citrus and sandalwood. 

Then she looked up and realized who she bumped into. She panicked and urgently gasped, “I am so sorry I bumped into you. I really apologize. I wasn’t looking at where I was going”. Namjoon knew he had to respond to her and reassure her that it was alright but he couldn’t. He realized then only the physical proximity between them. One of his hands were on the skin of her waist which emitted a supple warmth. And he realized his other hand was cupping her bottom to keep her upright. She felt so soft and warm in his hands and her saree had slipped down just a little to reveal the soft pudge around her belly button. He felt attacked by how enticing her waist looked, with the saree fabric framing underneath her belly button. The unfiltered desire to squeeze that pudge in his hands and nibble and kiss into the supple skin around her little pooch ran through him. 

As the lack of response prolonged for another minute with him holding her in the same position, she asked with a questioning glare,  “Would you mind letting go of me? I appreciate the help but I think you can let go of me now.” Namjoon got flustered and turned really red, as he proceeded to let go of her and apologize, “I am so sorry. I was just stunned for a minute.” She looked up at him through her heavy fringe of eyelashes as her kohl lined big black eyes glanced up at him in confusion. “That’s ok, I guess. Thank you for letting my not fall. I will get going now.” He watched her as she turned around and walked towards the Film Editing wing of BigHit. Her saree had slipped so much as to reveal the small of her back, all golden skin and the feminine curve of her spine.

The rest of the boys walked into the room then, to see Namjoon looking at the girl still shocked and flustered. They looked towards the direction he was looking in. Hosoek exclaimed, “Oh, she looks so beautiful. She must’ve went to that friend’s wedding she was talking about.” Namjoon stared at Hosoek with a questioning gaze. How did he know this beautiful golden lady? And how did he himself not see her until now? Where had this goddess been hiding? He wanted to know everything. Who she was, what she liked to eat, where she was from, and most of all if she would let him worship her body. Hosoek continued to explain, “That’s y/n. She is actually from India and she came to translate and helps edit videos for us. She’s also the one who translates for us in interviews. She studied linguistics and different languages and is actually a professional translator. She was supposed to go to her Indian friend’s wedding today and so she’s dressed up.” 

As y/n saw another person from the film editing department, she turned around towards the boys as she was talking to the colleague. They also stared at her in wonder as she was dressed so differently from what they were used to. They had never seen an Indian girl in a saree. The sun once again aided in showcasing her beauty as it caught onto her gold embellishments and jewelry. She literally glowed in the haze of the sun and as she smiled at her colleague, Namjoon could feel himself drooling and his heart beating so loudly in his chest.  Even the other boys blushed as they stared at the way the saree wrapped around her lush form. 

She caught onto how all of them were staring soon enough. And shock and panic filtered through her as she felt shy at how they were continuously staring at her form. She quickly finished talking to her colleague and scurried off to get away from their heavy gaze. But she only succeeded in showing of the beautiful small of her back and generous bum. Namjoon groaned in appreciation at the way the sunlight continuously caught onto the shimmering material, highlighting her voluptuous form. He had it bad. He had to get to know her. She was enthralling. Maybe he could contrive a way to meet with her. He would just have to pretend he needed help translating a video to English. Anything to get to know this beautiful lady.

Kim Seokjin

Kim Seokjin prided himself in being a gentleman. A man of true quality, chivalry, and abundant handsomeness. But as of now, he felt the farthest from a gentleman. Maybe he was being creepy but for once in his life he couldn’t care less. He couldn’t help himself. All the members were in the elevator with him and as they were about to get out at floor 5, the elevator stopped at floor 3 as another person was about to enter. He usually merely glanced at woman and then looked away as was respectful. But he couldn’t stop his eyes from wandering the length of this woman’s body as she stepped into the elevator.

His eyes widened as shock as he saw her ensemble. She was wearing a saree, something unheard of in Korea. Her silk saree was a cream white with pink pastel flowers littering the fabric. She had on diamond earrings and a thin silver chain with a diamond pendant. Her saree had an open back framing caramel colored skin and her midriff was exposed to just above her belly button. Her jacket clung to her small breasts and then her midriff sloped out to her wide hips as the saree draped to encompass her butt. 

Even as she had on heels, she barely came up to his chin. Her skin looked so beautiful enveloped in the saree. As she turned her back towards them completely, Jin almost choked as he could see the expanse of skin exposed to show her delicate neck and back. He could even see the feminine curve of the small of her back. She was magnificent and he hadn’t ever seen her in this building. All the other members in the elevator couldn’t help staring as well. Even Jungkook couldn’t rip his gaze from her. Jin saw the redness in Jungkook’s cheeks as he perused the lady’s body. Jin got irritated. Why was Jungkook looking at her like that? Something about the lady made him want to make her his. He felt possessive even though he didn’t even know her. 

Something felt so overwhelmingly feminine and at the same time powerful about the lady in front of him. Her stance was one of calm confidence as she stood ramrod straight but with an open posture. As she was supposed to step off the elevator, he could see her pull something from her bag. Then he realized it was a stethoscope. She pulled the instrument out and walked towards the Fitness and Physiotherapy part of the BigHit building. One of the physical trainers coming running to her as she stepped out of the elevator, rapidly exclaiming to her in Korean about how there was another injured trainer with severe pain in his leg.