Weakness

My heart skips a beat at the sight of the sleeping Ki Bum in the bed parallel to mine. He looks ethereal in the morning light. I reconsider the dark curtains just because he looks beautiful with the sunlight illuminating his face.
I glance at the clock, trying to distract myself and slow down my heartbeat, seeing it is only 6:13 am.
Too bright to go back to sleep, too early to get out of bed. I roll over all the way to get a better view of Key, it can't hurt to look at him just for a bit.
Blond hair messy and falling softly on his forehead, bow-shaped lips slightly parted, blankets half covering his legs, half on the floor, his torso bare. My heart beat escalated, much too fast to be normal.
But what is normal for me? This feeling had been there since the trainee days, not as intense, but always present.