One-Time Thing • KNJ [COMPLETE]

Note: This is not set in South Korea. Can be whatever English speaking country you imagine.

Thanks to my dear friend who made my OC come to life; she produced the perfect image of Siri:



----Namjoon’s POV----

Eleven years. That’s how long I’ve been with Halsey, my wife.

We got together when we were 17 during our final year of highschool. We endured the rough years of university together, while also enduring the discrimination of being in an interracial relationship. Even though we live in a multicultural country, my parents didn’t approve of her.

I knew she was the one for me, though. I loved Halls and wasn’t going to let her go, so I fought my parents for her. Told them I didn’t care if they disowned me. Didn’t care if I didn’t get the family business, I didn’t need their money.

Once they saw our engagement announcement online, they apologised to us and eventually accepted Halsey into our family. They gave in because I was their only son and they didn’t want to lose me forever. They only had me and my sister, and thankfully, Halsey’s family loved me.

Halls and I got married when we were 24, a couple years after we both graduated from university. It’s coming up to our 11th relationship anniversary, while our fourth wedding anniversary is a few months away. For the past three years, we’ve been going to our favourite restaurant for special occasions; birthdays, valentines day, and our anniversaries were no different.

Usually I’m excited for our special dinners, but tonight, I was nervous as hell and my emotions were all over the place. A few days ago, Halsey sat me down and surprised me with her thoughts that our sex life needed spicing up, and that she wanted more.

I admit, part of me was pretty devastated to hear that. The fact she said she wanted ‘more’ made me feel inadequate. I felt like I wasn’t doing enough to satisfy her. Well obviously I wasn’t if she was telling me she wanted to spice things up.

What made it worse was that she wanted to spice things up by including a third person into our bedroom. She didn’t want to add spice like doing bondage or role playing, she wanted a threesome. She wanted to have sex with another person whilst I’m there so it wouldn’t count as cheating.

That told me that I, myself, wasn’t enough for her.

And it tore me up a little inside.

I thought we were happy and had a decent sex life. We didn’t have sex every day; it varied to once one week, and maybe upto three or four times another week. It really just depended on work and how tired or keen we were.

We didn’t have any kids yet (not in any rush. If it happens, it happens), and I know we’ve both been pretty busy this past year at our jobs where we’ve had to cancel a few date nights. Halsey is a music producer for BIGZ Productions, while I’m an archivist and a librarian at the city library. Sometimes her job requires her to go overseas, but I’ve never had an issue with the time apart. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, after all.

I suppose I should be relieved Halsey told me about this, though. Instead of cheating on me, she told me how she felt and hoped I would understand and agree. I do understand to a certain extent. She was my first but I wasn’t hers, but we’ve been together since highschool, so I can see why she would want to try someone new since it’s been a long time.

Still, I was saddened she wanted to do this at all, and I was uncomfortable with this threesome idea. I didn’t want to see another man fucking my wife. Didn’t want to see another man pleasing her in a way that I obviously couldn’t.

But then she suggested that the threesome could go both ways, that way it was fair. One night where a random guy joins us for her, and another night with a random girl for me.

Part of me was a little more accepting after hearing that suggestion, but I was still uncomfortable with the overall idea. I’m happy with her. I love her. I don’t need nor want to have sex with someone else.

Except Halls kept pushing for it and made another suggestion that we could look for a woman first so that I would get the satisfaction first. She said we could look together so we’d both be accepting of it.

After that, I had to relent. She obviously really wanted this and if she was happy to let me sleep with another woman while in her presence, then I suppose I should give her the same courtesy. It was only fair. Plus, I wanted to make her happy.

Happy wife, happy life, right?

So now here I am, getting ready for our 11th anniversary dinner where we’re meant to be choosing a woman to come home with us tonight. I was a nervous wreck because how the hell are you meant to find someone who would want to join a husband and wife for a night? The average person would think this is weird.

“You ready, babe?” my wife called out for me. She popped into our walk-in wardrobe with a big smile on her face. “Wow! You look great!” she said as she smoothed my shirt down, feeling my buff chest.

“So do you,” I replied as I pecked her forehead.

“Whoever we choose tonight will be one lucky girl! You excited?”

My heart dropped a little and I let out a dry chuckle. “Yeah, uh... I’m more nervous than excited.”

“Don’t be! You’re handsome and any girl would be happy to have one night with you. With us,” she emphasised with a playful grin.

I know I should be excited I’m about to live out a sexual fantasy that most husbands could only dream of, but my heart kept dropping at her words instead. If she says any girl would be happy to have me, then why wasn’t she happy with just me? Why wasn’t I enough for her? Why did she feel the need to bring someone else into our life, even if it’s just for one night?

I kept trying to push my thoughts and uncomfortable feelings away during our drive to the restaurant. Kept telling myself I was doing this for her. Reminded myself that once these two nights with other people were over, we could go on and live happily in our marriage again.

Only once we sat down at our usual table did I start to relax. That was because our favourite waitress, Siri, had my favourite wine as soon as she came over to serve us.

Siri is a young 20 something year old, and she’s been our waitress for the past three years whenever we come here. She’s one of the reasons this restaurant is my favourite. She does her job so well and can memorise our orders like it’s nothing. She also remembers our birthdays and anniversaries.

Her bubbly personality and infectious smile was just what I needed to see right now. But I also think I was just happy to see the wine. Needed some liquid courage for whatever was going to happen tonight.

“Evening Mr and Mrs Kim!” Siri said cheerfully as she put down my favourite wine to pour Halsey’s favourite first. I noticed Siri always makes sure she serves the women first so they feel comfortable.

“I got you both your favourite wines as soon as I saw you come in! Happy anniversaryyy~~!” Siri sang.

I chuckled and smiled widely at Siri’s enthusiasm. Even though Halsey and I are both 28 later this year, Siri sometimes chats to us like we’re her friends, too. That’s what I like about her. She gives us little insights into her life sometimes when we ask her how she is because that’s her sweet and honest personality. And at the end of our meals, I always make sure to give her a decent tip because she definitely deserves it.

“Thanks, Siri,” I said to her once she filled my wine glass. “How’s the studying coming along?” She told us after our third time coming here that she’s doing a degree in film and video editing.

“Ugh, don’t ask,” she groaned and rolled her eyes, making Halls and I chuckle at her. This is the part where she talks to us like we’re her friends and I quite enjoy it. “It’s been hard as hell. I have three assignments due in two weeks and I’ve only finished one. And it’s been harder since I’m working here part time, but I need the money so I can’t really complain,” she shrugs.

“Well at least this is your final year, right?” Halsey asked her. “You’ll graduate at the end of the year?”

“Yes! Thank god! Can’t wait to get out of this place.”

Halsey and I laugh but I get this funny feeling in my stomach. A slightly uncomfortable feeling and I didn’t know what it was for. Was it because we might not see Siri again once she leaves this workplace?

“Aww, but you won’t be serving us anymore if you’re gone,” Halsey pouts. “You’re our favourite waitress,” she says sincerely.

Looks like I’m not the only one who doesn’t like the thought of Siri leaving this place...

“And you two are my favourite couple,” Siri states with an earnest smile. “But alas! Life goes on and I wanna earn the big bucks!”

Halsey and I chuckle again, and nod our heads. “Fair enough,” I said. “You’re definitely suited for bigger and better things.”

“Definitely,” Halsey agreed with me. “You’re too good for this place, Siri, but we’ll miss you when you leave.”

“Thanks for saying that. You both are sweet,” Siri blushes. “Anyway, I’m assuming you two want your usual meals tonight?” She asks as she looks between us. “Or do you wanna switch it up? Oh! Jin, our chef, added this really yummy creamy basil pesto pasta to the menu a couple weeks ago. I know you like your pasta Mrs Kim, would you like to try it?”

Halsey nods with a smile, “Sounds great. I trust your judgement, Siri.”

“I’ll just go for my regular steak please,” I added.

“No worries at all, I’ll put your orders through!” With that, Siri leaves.

I watch her with a fond smile as she bounces away, ponytail swaying behind her.

“Ugh! She’s so great! Gonna be sad when she quits,” Halsey says before she takes a sip of her wine.

“Yeah, she’s a sweet girl,” I agree as I take a sip of my wine, too. “Will be a shame when she’s gone.”

Halsey looks around before she leans forward and whispers so only I can hear, “What if we choose her?”

“Pffft!” I spat my wine back into the glass and choked a little on the bit I swallowed.

My heart raced as I quickly grabbed my napkin and wiped my chin clean while I coughed. I looked at my wife like she was crazy and leaned forward to whisper-shout, “Are you crazy?! We can’t have Siri be the girl!”

“Why not?”

“Because we know her! We might not be close to her in any way, but we still know her. I thought you said it should be someone random? Someone we don’t see regularly- like a one-night stand so we can avoid awkwardness or conflicts of interest?”

“We only come here like, three or four times a year? That’s not that regular, babe...”

“Well it’s enough times that Siri remembers our birthdays and anniversaries,” I state.

“Well, have you seen her anywhere else outside of the restaurant? Ran into her anywhere? Coz I haven’t.”

“No I haven’t, but do you really think I’d be able to look her in the eyes again after having sex with her? I wouldn’t want to come back here and I really like eating here.”

“There’s only our joint birthday dinner and wedding anniversary after this. We can go somewhere else if you both feel awkward afterwards. She’s leaving at the end of this year anyway so we can always come back to the restaurant in the new year.”

My jaw was left hanging open in disbelief as I didn’t know what else to say. I couldn’t believe my wife was suggesting we have a threesome with our favourite waitress.

“Look,” Halls started to say, “Siri’s really pretty and friendly, and you’re already comfortable with her-”

“But I won’t be comfortable afterwards!” I emphasised.

I wasn’t even comfortable with this whole idea in the first place, and Halsey knew this because I told her so when she first suggested this idea. She obviously really wanted to do this, and it irked me. I couldn’t understand why she was so insistent. Did she just really want to fuck another guy sooner?

There was another thing on my mind, though... “What if Siri isn’t into doing things with another female?”

Halsey shrugs nonchalantly, “Well she’d mainly be there for you anyway, so I don’t mind if she doesn’t do anything with me. I’ll find something to do with you while you’re doing her. You’re not into men so I don’t expect you to be doing things with whichever guy I pick when it’s my turn.”

I suppose that’s true...

“We don’t know how things will go,” Halls said next. “It could be totally fine afterwards with no awkwardness. And actually, shits only awkward if you make it awkward- so just don’t make it awkward, babe. It’s just a one-time thing. We could sweep it under the rug like it was nothing. It’s not a big deal.”

Hearing my own wife say that this situation wasn’t a big deal, actually tore at my heart a little more. Did she really think it wasn’t a big deal to sleep with someone who wasn’t your partner? Did she really think it wasn’t a big deal putting me through something that I was obviously uncomfortable with? Did she not care about my feelings?

And if we could just sweep it under the rug like it was nothing, then why the hell were we even doing this in the first place??

Halsey sighed. “I just thought Siri might be a nice option because we both like her and we’re comfortable with her. I think she’d do it too coz she’s always blushing whenever you smile or look at her for too long.”

My eyes widened with surprise and I sat up straight, “She does?”

My wife rolled her eyes and chuckled, “Of course she does. Most girls do. You’re a total stud. You’re just oblivious to the looks you get, but I see it all the time.”

I bashfully blush while looking down at my wine glass to get over that compliment. I didn’t realise Siri looked at me that way- or any woman for that matter. I didn’t think I was that good looking and always thought I was lucky to have snagged Halsey’s attention.

“Be honest,” Halsey starts, “have you ever thought of Siri in any other way? You’ve never had a split second thought of what it would be like to sleep with her? A very pretty and young college girl?”

“Not that I can recall, no,” I answer truthfully. “I mean, I have thought she’s really pretty and has a delightful personality, but my thoughts have never gone further than that.”

“Well then think about her over dinner.”

Wow. Okay. I’m stunned that my own wife wants me to think about another girl during our 11th anniversary dinner. But if that’s what she wants...

That’s exactly what I did.

I observed Siri throughout the evening, watching her serve other customers while walking with a bounce in her steps. She had an effortless smile that reached her sparkling blue eyes, and now that I was actually looking at her, I thought her smile was radiant. Beautiful, even.

I then checked Siri out, looking at her up and down. I know she’s shorter than Halls from when we’ve stood greeting her or bidding her goodbye after our meals. Halsey’s height reaches my nose, but Siri’s would be under my chin. The perfect height to rest my chin on if we were to hug.

My thoughts turned slightly sexual next, like Halsey wanted, I guess. My eyes landed on Siri’s curves. She was covered in a long black sleeved top and black pants which was the dress code for her work, but I could still see her shape. She was thin like Halsey, and had a nice round peachy ass. I also think she may have slightly bigger boobs than Halsey, too.

A nice little body that I’m sure any man would be happy to touch- including me, I guess, now that I was thinking about it.

After Halls mentioned Siri blushed whenever I looked at her or smiled at her for too long, I decided to test that out. I asked Siri to refill my wine and just stared at her with my famous dimpled smile as she poured my drink.

Halls was right, Siri does blush. And she shyly smiles while avoiding my gaze.

How cute.

And for some reason, I got butterflies in my stomach. Happy butterflies.

And another thing? I wasn’t as uncomfortable with this threesome idea anymore. I was excited. This was only going to be a one-time thing anyway.

Once Siri left our table to get us dessert menus, I cleared my throat and said to my wife, “Okay. She’s it.”

Halsey was in the middle of sipping the last of her wine and didn’t quite catch what I said, so she said, “Hm? What was that?”

“Siri. She’s the one.”

I don’t know why, but that exact sentence made my heart flutter.

My wife’s eyes light up and she smiles, “Really? You’re happy with her?”

“Yes, but only if you’re really sure, too.”

“Absolutely!” Halsey beams.

I nod but feel nervous again and slight discomfort as something comes into my mind. “What if she doesn’t want to, though? What if she says no?” I ask. Part of me felt a hint of disappointment already at that thought.

“Well we won’t know unless we ask her,” my wife replies. “And perfect timing! She’s coming back.”

My heart races like crazy with both nervousness and excitement. I gulp as Siri stands right next to us with her usual pretty smile with dessert menus in her hands.

And then, my heart stops and I fail to breathe as I watch my own wife start the conversation...

“Hey Siri, Joonie and I wanna ask you something...”

Holy shit this is actually happening.

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