Minho knew you too well. After years by each other's side, he knew when your anxiety was at its peak. And as discreetly as he could, Minho would reach to you, squeeze your knee, hold your hand briefly, or distract you.

While waiting for an interview, Minho sat next to you. He quickly noticed the way you were picking at your fingers, or the soft bounce of your leg. Without hesitation, Minho's hand reached for your knee, softly resting there, before squeezing it.

When you turned your head to loon at him, Minho was acting like he was simply waiting for the interview to start, looking as neutral as usual.