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When Sua had noticed Mizi's first signs of getting a cold, she'd immediately told Ivan to come over and help.
"I'm not that sick," Mizi protested once the siblings were both sitting down with her. "I don't need both of you here," she said, then broke off in a quick, rough cough.
"Uh huh," Sua said, raising an eyebrow. "Mizi, you're coughing constantly, which is proof enough that you're sick. Which means..."
Ivan grinned as he revealed what he'd been hiding behind his back-his phone, opened up to start a livestream with one click of a button.
Mizi's eyes went wide. "Nooo," she groaned, lunging for the phone.
Ivan smiled at her as he pressed the start button.
"I HATE YOU!" Mizi complained, then launched into a bout of coughing, Sua lightly rubbing her back.
"As you can see," Ivan narrated, turning the camera back to face himself. "We're back. Mizi's sick." He positioned the camera to show all of them, and they watched as the comments blew up.
Ashisalive: ooh poor mizi
mizisuaglazer: omg do we finally get to see more soft sua it's been AGES
ieatchargerblocks: stopp look at the way Sua's looking at Mizi
onehairandbraincell: why tf does Sua's hair look so perfect
aMaNdaIMsix: rare sighting of Ivan with his glasses on
Sua rolled her eyes as she scrolled through the comments. "To whoever said it's been ages, it's been...a month and a half. Because Mizi's immune system freaking hates her."
From underneath the blanket Ivan had gotten up to get, Mizi mumbled, "I hate it too. The feeling is mutual."
mizisuaglazer: OMG THAT WAS ME MY COMMENR FREAKINH OUT HOLY ZFDXGFGHJIHYFTD
TILL69143: guys hear me out, mizi's deep voice 🤤
Ivan read the comments aloud to Mizi.
"My voice isn't that deep right now," she pouted, peeking her head out and shifting so she was farther in frame. Sua laughed softly, stroking Mizi's smooth hair before getting up to get her medicine from the kitchen.
Sua rummaged through the cabinets before finding the right cold medicine and bringing it to Mizi along with a glass of water. Mizi swallowed it, sipping the water. She sniffled as she lay her head on Sua's lap, yawning. Sua fondly ruffled Mizi's hair, kissing her warm forehead. "Just rest and wait for the medicine to kick in, love," Sua murmured, glancing over at Ivan.
Ivan smirked at the two of them, but stayed silent, tucking the blanket in around Mizi.
ieatchargerblocks: omg Mizisua so cute my heart is melting
takemeouttodinner1st: OMG we'll get to see sleepy mizi
SOSshadowmilk: awww poor mizi feel better soon
Soon after, Mizi's eyes fluttered shut and her breathing slowed as she stayed curled against Sua. Ivan and Sua quietly answered questions about how filming different rounds worked, whether Hyuna and Luka had secretly gotten engaged, and gave updates on Mizi's condition.
A good forty-five minutes later, Mizi began to stir against Sua's body. Sua leaned over to check on Mizi, supporting her as she sat up. "How're you feeling?" Sua whispered, touching Mizi's forehead and instantly being relieved to find her temperature had gone down a bit.
Mizi coughed into her hand, mumbling in response, "Tired. We're still live?"
Ivan nodded, giving Mizi a small smile. "We should probably end it soon, though, so that you can get some actual rest."
"Mm...sounds nice," she replied. Her nose itched a bit, and she let out a quick, "Hk-choo!" sniffling against her sleeve.
Sua propped Mizi up against the pillows they'd set up on the floor and made her way over to the camera. "Alright, everyone, Mizi's looking about ready to pass out for real, so we're gonna go. Nice talking to you all today, we'll be live the next time Ivan randomly brings out his phone."
The stream ended with Ivan yelling a playful, "Hey!" and pushing Sua out of frame.
As Sua carried a flushed, half-asleep Mizi to their bedroom, Ivan smiled to himself, content to be their only witness to that sweet off-camera moment.