"Walk," Manager Park said, and Jisoo slowed down by approximately nothing.
He reached Daehyun in four steps, eyes already on the bags, nose doing most of the work.
"What is it," he said. "What did you get. It smells incredible. Is it good? It looks good. What is it."
"It is food," Daehyun said, lifting both bags above his head on pure instinct. "That is all I am telling you until we are inside."
"Inside where."
"The dressing room. Go."
"But I just want to see—"
"Jisoo."
"One look—"
"Inside. Now. Walk."
Jisoo walked. Reluctantly. With his eyes still on the bags.
Manager Park stepped up beside Daehyun and addressed the group at large.
"This is to sustain you until we get back to the hotel," he said. "There will be a proper meal with the rest of the staff when we arrive. What Daehyun and I got is to hold you over. It is not the full celebration. That comes later."
"Later when," Doyun said.
"When we are at the hotel."
"How much later is that."
"Forty minutes."
