When Jungkook was born all had seemed normal. His tests all came out positive and he was deemed a healthy baby boy. Not even a month later, his parents discovered something about their newborn. His eyes shifted between three different colors. Most times they remained their regular dark chocolate brown that he had been born with but at other times they became a honey gold or a crystal blue. Doctors ran tests on him, only to find out that Jungkook had a birth defect that there had been no way to detect in the beginning. They didn't know what necessarily changed his eye color or how it affected the young boy, all that was known was that it was strange. Strange is the label he grew up with. Teachers judging and chastising his parents for giving a four year old contacts when he was in preschool. Other kids pointing at him when his eyes would suddenly change without a warning and the whispers they would tell behind his back. Jungkook's only solace was his older brother. Most times his condition was manageable but at two Jungkook had vocalized for the first times one of the downsides of his eye abnormality. "Mommy... black." He had muttered, fear evident in his squeaky voice as he tugged on his mothers skirt suddenly. It wasn't the first time but it was the first time he knew the word to describe what he saw. Nothing, absolute nothingness. His mother in a panic had lifted the toddler into her arms and they spent two days in the hospital running tests. They came to the conclusion that Jungkook was blind, until a few days later he wasn't any longer. He could see again in high definition color. He toddled to his mother and pointed outside. "Eomma, yellow flower." She couldn't believe it. Days ago, Jungkook had been blind but he could see once more. She thought, okay, enough tests. Her baby was fine until he wasn't again. Jungkook suddenly couldn't see the color, everything had bled into shades of grey. She was at her wit's end and they spent weeks in the hospital. His mother would cry in the corner, her face shielded in her hands as they tested on Jungkook's eyes. It took two weeks of observation and testing. Jungkook had an abnormality with which they finally determined that when Jungkook's eyes were brown he had regular vision, just like his peers, but when they turned golden he saw gray, and the worst was the crystal blue which rendered Jungkook sightless. There was no indefinite timeline for when his eyes would shift just that they were erratic. Jungkook spent his early childhood days learning how to function in his everyday life not knowing when he could see or when he couldn't. Sometimes, he had to walk with a cane, and other times he was running around, screaming like an energetic four-year-old. His favorite times, however, were spent with the flowers. When he had the ability to see he would spend his time memorizing the colors and admiring the beauty. When his vision disappeared, he took his time to remember the scents and the feel of each individual flower. Which is how he became a florist on the outskirts of the city.

No one could ever claim that Jungkook was a social creature, often hiding in the outskirts of people. He was unsure of how to communicate with his peers, what to say. He had spent so long being shoved to the outskirts, being given glares and treated like a disease. It got easier when he grew older, and could play off his changing eye color as contacts. He often knew how to fake having eyesight when he didn't so he often kept quiet about it even though he was still hindered by it. Jungkook when he does open up to people though, can be loud, exuberant, passionate and he'll smile like the individuals he is with light up his entire world. He learned that each and every friendship is precious and should be nurtured just like a flower.

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