Eun Bin
Copyright© 2025 by Megumi Kashuahara
Chapter 10: Acceptance
Young Adult Sex Story: Chapter 10: Acceptance - Sometimes, for unexplainable reasons, two misfit girls: one intersex the other permenantly denied puberty. are brought together and find happiness together that defies logic. This is a story about two such people.
Caution: This Young Adult Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including ft/ft Romantic Lesbian School White Female Oriental Female First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Small Breasts
Sunday arrived with gray skies and cold rain. Eun Bin woke early, her stomach in knots, and couldn’t fall back asleep. Simone held her quietly, neither of them speaking, both knowing what day it was.
By noon, Eun Bin was a nervous wreck. She’d barely eaten breakfast, couldn’t focus on homework, kept checking the time obsessively.
“What if they don’t call?” she asked for the tenth time. “What if they just ... don’t respond at all?”
“Then you have your answer,” Simone said gently. “And we move forward from there.”
“I don’t know if I can do this.”
“Yes, you can. You’re the bravest person I know.” Simone pulled her close. “Whatever happens, I’m right here.”
At 2 PM—9 PM in Korea—Eun Bin’s phone buzzed with an incoming video call.
Mom - Video Call
Eun Bin stared at the screen, her hand trembling. Simone squeezed her shoulder.
“Do you want me to stay?” Simone asked quietly.
“Yes. Please. I need you here.”
Simone positioned herself just off-camera but within Eun Bin’s line of sight, giving her a reassuring nod.
Eun Bin took a deep breath and answered the call.
Her mother’s face filled the screen. She looked tired, like she hadn’t slept well. Her makeup was less perfect than usual, and her eyes were red-rimmed. Her father sat beside her, his expression unreadable.
“Eun Bin,” her mother said softly. “Thank you for answering.”
“You said Sunday. It’s Sunday.” Eun Bin’s voice was steadier than she felt. “Do you have an answer for me?”
“Yes. We do.” Her mother took a shaky breath. “But first, your father and I ... we need to say something. We need to apologize.”
Eun Bin blinked, certain she’d misheard. “What?”
Her father cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable. “Your mother and I have spent the past week discussing what you said to us. About how we ... how we handled things when you were younger.”
“When you were being bullied,” her mother added, her voice breaking slightly. “When you needed us most.”
“We didn’t protect you,” her father continued, the words clearly difficult for him. “We should have filed charges. We should have gone after the school, the students. We should have fought for you. Instead, we took the easy way out. We moved you from place to place, and when that didn’t work, we sent you away.”
“We chose our comfort over your safety,” her mother said, tears spilling down her cheeks now. “We chose the company’s image over our daughter’s wellbeing. And that was unforgivable.”
Eun Bin felt her own tears starting. “You’re ... you’re admitting that?”
“Yes.” Her mother’s voice was firm despite the tears. “Everything you said to us—it was true. All of it. We failed you as parents. We failed you when you needed us most. And we are so, so sorry.”
Her father nodded stiffly. “Your mother called your school. Spoke with your Headmistress.”
“I know. She told me.”
“Then you know what she said. That you’re thriving. That you’re happy. That you’re excelling academically and socially.” Her mother wiped her face. “She said that when you arrived in September, you were withdrawn, anxious, and clearly carrying significant trauma. And now ... now you’re confident. You participate in class. You smile.”
“She said you’ve transformed,” her father added. “And that Simone is a significant part of that transformation.”
At the mention of Simone’s name, Eun Bin instinctively glanced to where Simone sat off-camera. Simone gave her an encouraging nod.
“She is,” Eun Bin said quietly. “She’s everything to me.”
“We know,” her mother said. “And we want to ... we want to meet her. If that’s okay.”
Eun Bin’s breath caught. “You ... what?”
“We want to meet the person who makes our daughter happy,” her father said, though the words still sounded slightly strained. “The person who helped you become the confident young woman we’re seeing now.”
Eun Bin looked at Simone, who looked equally stunned. Simone gave a slight nod and moved into frame, sitting beside Eun Bin.
“Hello,” Simone said, her voice calm despite her obvious nerves. “I’m Simone Devereaux.”
Eun Bin’s parents studied her—tall, athletic, conventionally beautiful. Not at all what they might have expected, perhaps.
“Hello, Simone,” her mother said gently. “Thank you for taking care of our daughter when we couldn’t.”
Simone blinked, clearly not expecting that. “I ... she’s easy to love.”
“We can see that.” Her mother smiled through her tears. “Eun Bin, when you called us last week, you said that Simone has done more for you in two months than we’ve done in fourteen years. And as much as that hurt to hear ... it was true. She protects you. She stands up for you. She makes you feel valued. All the things we should have been doing.”
“We can’t undo the past,” her father said. “We can’t take back our failures. But we can do better going forward. If you’ll let us.”
“What does that mean?” Eun Bin asked, afraid to hope. “What are you saying?”
Her mother took a deep breath. “We’re saying we accept you. All of you. Your body, your sexuality, your relationship with Simone. We accept it. We support it. And we’re sorry it took us so long to get here.”
“You ... you mean it?” Eun Bin’s voice cracked. “You’re not just saying this?”
“We mean it,” her father said. “We want to be part of your life, Eun Bin. We want to support you. And if Simone is who makes you happy, then we want to support her too.”
“We know we have a lot to make up for,” her mother added. “Years of failures and neglect. We know we can’t fix that overnight. But we want to try. We want to be better parents. The parents you deserved all along.”
Eun Bin was openly crying now. Simone wrapped an arm around her shoulders, anchoring her.
“I don’t understand,” Eun Bin sobbed. “Last week you were so angry. You wanted me to come home, to end this—”
“Last week we were scared,” her mother admitted. “Scared of what people would think. Scared of losing control. Scared of admitting we’d been wrong.” She paused. “But then I spoke with your Headmistress. And your father and I had some very difficult conversations about what kind of parents we’ve been. And we realized ... we were about to make the same mistake again. We were about to choose our pride over our daughter.”
“And we’re not going to do that,” her father said firmly. “Not this time. You’re our daughter. You’re brilliant, brave, and clearly much stronger than we gave you credit for. And if we lost you over this—over our own stubbornness and pride—we’d never forgive ourselves.”
“So yes,” her mother said, looking directly into the camera. “We accept you. Completely. Without conditions. You and Simone both.”
Simone spoke up, her voice gentle. “Mr. and Mrs. Park, I want you to know—I love your daughter. I protect her, I support her, and I will never hurt her. She’s the most important person in my life.”
“We can see that,” her mother said warmly. “The way you’re holding her right now—that’s what she’s needed. Someone to hold her, to keep her safe. And we’re grateful you’ve been that person for her.”
Her father cleared his throat. “Simone, your parents are ... aware? Of your relationship?”
“Yes, sir. My parents have known I’m gay since I was thirteen. They support me completely.”
“We’d like to speak with them,” her mother said. “Not to cause problems—just to ... to connect. As families. Would that be alright?”
Simone glanced at Eun Bin, who nodded through her tears. “Yes. That would be fine. I can give you their contact information.”
“Thank you.” Her mother turned her attention back to Eun Bin. “Sweetheart, we know this doesn’t fix everything. We know we have years of mistakes to make up for. But we want to start now. We want to be part of your life. We want to video call regularly, not just once a week. We want to hear about your classes, your friends, your life with Simone. We want to be real parents to you.”
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