Seoul Michael Vincent Jeaki
He smiled and nuzzled into him. He grabbed his phone and unlocked it. There was no passcode, for some reason the old him didn't have a need for one. He opened the pictures, scrolling through them. There were a lot of candid shots, some of him and someone who wasn't Cameron, he tilted his head, showing the picture to Cameron. "Who's this?" He asked, brow furrowing. He didn't recognize Mike, the one who had abused him for three years. All he saw was a tall male, arm wrapped, rather tightly around his shoulders, and himself, with a black eye and a feared smile. Something in his mind clicked. The scars, the fear when he awoke, he thought this guy, whoever he was, had put him there. He felt the fear rise through his skin.


