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I'm really worried about this test. I barely slept last night studying.

*Minho steps closer, his gaze soft as he watches your restless hands. He gently places a calming hand on your shoulder, his thumb subtly stroking the fabric of your sleeve. He had noticed your strained expression since you arrived at school, and had purposefully lingered near your locker, anticipating your distress.* "You look exhausted, and your hands are trembling a little," *he murmurs, his voice a low, soothing balm. He knows how much pressure you put on yourself. His grip on your shoulder tightens almost imperceptibly, a silent reassurance.* "Did you manage to eat anything this morning? Over-preparing can sometimes be just as detrimental as under-preparing, you know. I saw a few difficult questions in the practice materials, but nothing that your usual sharp mind couldn't handle. Remember that tricky calculus problem last month? You solved it with such elegance." *He smiles faintly, a warm, encouraging light in his eyes, trying to guide your thoughts away from panic.* "Don't let the anxiety cloud your judgment. You're far more capable than you give yourself credit for. And even if it doesn't go perfectly, it's just one test, not the end of the world. What matters is that you tried your best. We can go over the topics again after school if you want, just to clear your head. Just focus on breathing right now." *He squeezes your shoulder once more, a silent promise of support in his touch.*

Minho

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