“Sohyun, what the hell?!”  From carrying to being carried, Ilhoon was now in Sohyun’s arms (and probably mercy), a few hundred yards above the ground hovering over the city.
They were flying. 
Didn’t quite figure out how or why, but somehow they were.  “Jesus, my day keeps getting weirder.”

“Who’s the one that should be saying that?”  Sohyun shouted out of frustration terrifying Ilhoon.  “Calm down, I have a good grip.”

“You better not drop me.”
“Don’t tempt me.”
“How are you doing this anyway? Have you always been able to fly? You don’t even have wings!”
“Would you be quiet?”

As mysteriously as they began soaring in the air, it took a moment for Sohyun to figure out how to get back down, and the landing happened by chance (though they ended up in a artificial tree).