Based on Tumblr artist/blogger rinmidori147 and their drawing of Jumin dressed as a teacher ;) I do not own Mystic Messenger or the drawing this fic is based on. Still new at writing… You can find me on tumblr under this same name. Please enjoy :)
MC stares dreamily at the man in front, face cupped in her palm. Who knew physics would actually interest her. This shy girl, a second year in college, and she is just finding out about the hottest professor in school. Physicist Jumin Han, author of books, son of a billionaire, and currently MC's physics 101 professor. She couldn't believe her luck. Being able to obtain a very coveted seat in his most sought after lecture. In a class of 50 she was one of few lucky sophomores to get a seat. Thanks, from her best friend Luciel who was able to hack the school's database to register her for the class.
"Alright class that's all for today. Have a nice weekend." Professor Han announced from the front. He looked out over the lecture hall and loosened his tie in anticipation of leaving. He turned around and started to erase the board and MC quickly moved her eyes over his back and downwards. His shirt was stretched over his broad shoulders and tucked loosely into his pants. The belt tight and pants perfectly melted to the curve of his butt and thighs. MC sighed and uncrossed her legs and put away her notebooks. Just doodles on the paper since she couldn't focus enough to take notes. Taking notes would mean looking away and the way Jumin's mouth moves over the words 'potential' causes her heart to beat erratically. By the time she stands he has finished with the board and she is the only one left. MC quickly darts down the steps where he is picking up an apple from his podium.
"Hmm. Excuse me, professor?" MC barely manages the question in a squeaky voice before swallowing. "I was wondering if you have a moment to talk about assistant positions?"
Jumin turns and leans against the board holding his apple while pondering if he really does have a moment. This being his last lecture for the day he had nothing to do but papers so he might as well hear what she has to say. MC was at every lecture and attentively paid attention to him. He watched her from time to time and found that she was very beautiful if not a little young but she seemed very mature for her age. Jumin one time caught her stretching and a little yawn and rub of her sleepy eyes and he instantly saw a resemblance to his Elizabeth the third.
"Come with me to my office, MC, and we can discuss this more in depth. I'm always looking for someone to take initiative and assist me with tasks one might not normally take on. How would you feel about that?"
They start walking toward the door that leads to his office. They enter and he closes the blinds over the window and moves toward his desk. He decides to turn and lean on the end, legs slightly crossed at the ankles. Jumin motions for MC to sit at the chair in front of him and raises the apple. MC blushes and sits, smoothing out her skirt she then raises her doe eyes up at him. Captivated, Jumin cannot help himself when she looks so sweet and innocent and asks what he knows she won't be expecting.
"Now, how do you wish to assist me?" With that one line he winks at her and bites into the apple.
